Since Mom is on an all-liquid formula diet, she uses many-lots of cans. Since she gets mail from every charity organization going, she also generated many-lots of paper trash. So, a couple of times a month, Charlie and I load up The Gothmobile and head for the Harrison County Recycling facility.
Their door is covered with strips of heavy plastic, like industrial-strength runners. It makes it easy to go in and out and probably cuts down the draft during the winter.
That’s The Gothmobile, there, with her hatchback DOOR open.
Inside the facility ain’t pretty, but it gets the job done.
Mighty picky, for a dump.
On the other side of the fence, I found another door, and a picnic table for those who enjoy dining al fresco next to a recycling facility.
This bird family has found their own air conditioned apartment next to the facility’s heat pump.
If the facility is closed, you can use these bins. Lids are kinda sorta doors, aren’t they? Sure, they are!
And so, we bid a fond adieu to the recycling facility, with one last shot of the view across the way for all the industrial-heads in the audience.
This has been (ostensibly) part of Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors link-up. Visit Norm’s blog for some stunning photography, then click on the blue frog link to add your own Thursday Doors photo(s) or to find other blogs to visit.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write about reusing/recycling something.
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