A 1950s newspaper shows a man, woman, and child standing in a dark room. Their arms outstretched wide as an abundance of disposable plastics resides in the air. Plastic utensils, trays, cups, buckets, and plates seem like rain, filling the crevices of the image as they fall from the sky. Have they thrown these plastics or are they embracing its arrival? Perhaps both? Though either option does not change the fact that the trash can is still going to overflow. The joy on their faces proves that they do not understand the consequences...

I arrived in the back of the dingy CVS, walking past the McDonalds and the Nail Spa and Waxing Salon. The stench of the area rolled over me as I glanced around across the five or so dumpsters lined up behind the building. I looked over as it immediately caught my eye. The disgusting swirling mess of a puddle sunk into a pothole in the parking lot. The oil haphazardly dispersed throughout the water. There it sat, reflecting the blue above in its twisting, churning mirror, as if mocking the sky for its peace....