B.O.B.T. #1
This bouncy-seat/walker caught my eye every day for a week, but I never had a camera. Finally, I went back by and grabbed a couple shots. It’s a week later yet, and the garbage can is still filled to overflowing, and every day, it seems a little more melancholy than it did before.
This shot also brings up a good guideline. The s.o. asked if it wasn’t really fair game to use something that made it to the trash can. I agree with her in general principle. However, in this case, it isn’t as if I dug around in this person’s trash to find this memorial to a child’s first months discarded in the dustbin. I actually first noticed it commuting on my bike. So the guideline is this: if you could happen up or see the toy or cast-off item of youth during a stroll down the street, it’s fair game. Digging up your own child’s toys from behind the bushes in your backyard–not exactly the same thing. The Boulevard of Broken Toys came to me when my wife and I were walking around the streets and alleys of our old neighborhood, and we would come upon toys in the most unlikely places, and always seemed just a bit sad and forgotten. So with that genesis, I give the above guideline.
Until the next time, then, I’ll bounce away in purple dreams.
DAJ
mislaid@boulevardofbrokentoys.org
