One of the most disappointing things in any place I have ever visited is to see trash carelessly strewn within the landscape.  When I ride in the Assunpink in NJ and find trash in an otherwise beautiful spot along the lake it makes me sad and mad.  Why would someone enjoy such a gift and then leave their trash to spoil it for the next person.  I often want to bring along a trash bag to clean up some spots but have never done so and I swear that in my retirement having more time to take care of the messes others leave, I will venture into the park someday with the sole purpose of picking up trash.  There is a woman in my neighborhood that takes a bag with her on her morning walks and picks up trash along the way.   Thank god for angels such as these, but here in Cordoba you would need an army of such angels.

I believe well intentioned people often collect their mess in a bag but then make the error of leaving the collection behind, in the park, right there on the shoreline, or in the city out by the curb.  Wild animals in the woods or stray dogs in the city find the parcel, rip it apart, have a meal and leave the rest, which then is further dispersed by other critters, wind and rain.  I believe in Cordoba the problem is further exacerbated by the fact that a lot of people just don’t seem to have a consciousness about it.  There is trash everywhere.  The river I cross over on my walk to work could really be a pastoral vision if not for the volume of trash on the shoreline.  Most disturbing are the dirty, torn and twisted plastic bags choking the trees along its banks.  It is evident that when there is high water, tons of trash moves down river quickly getting trapped in numerous trees and  low lying branches. Like a sieve they collect the debris from the water but no one every empties the sieve.

Along the river by Estadio Kempes 


The other upsetting thing about all the evident trash is that there have been obvious efforts to curb the problem.  For example, I have never seen so many trash receptacles along city streets and park areas.  Every hundred feet or so there are these little elevated containers for trash.  For the most part they appear to be used regularly, but there are still those that just drop whatever is in their hands on the sidewalk or in the street.  I must admit that when I see this happen at home, which is infrequent, I pick up the said piece of trash and return it to the owner, much to their disgust and often receive a barrage of insults in exchange, but I don’t care.  That thought crossed my mind here but of course I did not act on it.  I just felt culturally unsure and also overwhelmed by the size of the problem.

There are 3 trash receptacles in

                    this photo

The other issue with trash is something I’ve mentioned many times before in this blog and that is the dog population.  Dogs roam every street all day long.  Trash is often their sustenance, and may even be their entertainment.  After all dogs are hunters and scavengers.  Anyway, in Cordoba all the trash receptacles are elevated.  If one is unavailable you may find bags hung from poles or whatever is handy.  The elevation may be a remedy to keep it out of the reach of canines but I’m not sure of its efficacy.  It seems to work better in the suburbs but bigger dogs may easily reach some of these heights and I imagine clever teams of smaller dogs forming piggybacks to gain access.

trash bintree trash

Another innovation and quite doggy proof is incorporated into the fencing that surrounds most homes.  Many fences have a bin, a draw like mechanism, that can be filled from the  inside and then open to the outside for pick-up.  I like that.

trash gate

Finally regarding trash, I never see the garbage trucks, but I do hear them at night.  They come along late, empty all the bins and baskets and are gone.  I suppose they could be considered an army of angels  but I think they are in need of civilian recruits.




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