Oil on Newspaper Covered Board
ABOUT THE WORK
I drag the sagging trash up the steep path to the top of the yard just in time to catch the trash truck as it elbows its way through the cramped alley,
I take a moment to look up and nod at the driver.
He smiles and nods back, his nose wrinkles and eyes close tightly.
Just as quickly as they came, they make their way past my yard, and the quietness returns.