The Dump

I go to the Dump about once a week these days. In the beginning I used to go everyday, twice a day sometimes. In the last 365 days I have gone to dump well over 80 times. El Caballo Blanco, my trusty steed, has hauled over 50 tons of construction debris and refuse to The Dump. We also haul bags and bags of books for donation - please don't tell the powers that be. Here are some hauls I photographed:

libri coerceo

My dad lives in a sea of books. There are books everywhere. Walls of them line the halls, pile up in the kitchen, on the dining room table and up the staircase. Some rooms are so filled with books that you can't get inside.


While moving thousands and thousands of books to clear space for construction, I have come across some true gems. Here are a few of my favorites:





(not included is the classic “I’m Ok, You’re Ok” which I have lost somewhere in the house and can’t find)