Ya know, it doesn't even matter how difficult it is to take a nicely composed photograph of a car in a dumpster (see below) or even the problem of how to compose the shot to make it interesting. Its that there is, on this earth, a car in a dumpster to take a photograph of in the first place. Such things are not a part of the normal visual vocabulary that we all, as people, refer to. It’s just too strange. It doesn't easily fit in with I consider to be the expected range of experiences that I might confront on any given day. Its like seeing a flying saucer land in Section 42 and having green, three eyed creatures walk out of the door of this intergalactic flying machine and ask you where the nearest bowling alley was located. Or to see a much painted metal box sitting by the side of some railroad tracks in Massachusetts, decorated not with gang symbols or self referential "tags", but with the words "100% cotton", and a cartoon crown and an expertly rendered eyeball, and some dollar signs. Not expected, and as such, arresting.

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