It's a fantastic feeling when you see a dirty, orange peice of rubber that's been churned up in the mud my a truck or a crane's tracks. pulling it and seeing a long, muddy, knotted length of welding cable. Driven over again and again, discarded and dirty. It looks gorgeous back home in my garden though, stripped and laying there on the grass, glowing in the sunshine like a pot of gold.
Sheer poetry, that paragraph.