After I had finished packing for my trip to Glimmerglass, I went for a walk, and found the crumpled trash can on the edge of the curb. I like the lovely destruction. The trash can is old. It may have been used to burn garden waste, which would explain the holes. It's finished now, probably crushed under a truck.
I decided to take pictures of man-made objects, like this fire alarm with its eave and cornice..
But as soon as I reached M.K's garden I could not resist taking a shot of her tomatoes. She grows them in enriched soil, which she buys and piles in tee-shirts stretched over wire, neck-down. She uses this method because the ground may be contaminated with lead. The yield is tremendous and heathy. Not a bit of rot, even in these weeks of swampy weather.
Her dahlias are flourishing among the sedums.
