Garbage. Call it what you will. After the snowmelt, we find our beautiful countryside littered with it. Maybe it was the mood of the day, but I did not lift my camera once yesterday, during an auto excursion. The culprits seem unable to comprehend how the contents of even one thirty-gallon bag can decimate nature's palette. Then, there are the collections of old, rusty vehicles that seem to inhabit very rural areas. What is each individual's role in working towards the maintenance of the entire canvas?
