This is a panorama, using AutoStitch, of 30 or so photos taken last night while I was standing on Spruce Street on the south side of West Broadway Avenue, looking west back down the alley I had just come out of.
If you know that I’m a binner—that I collect returnable containers—then you won’t be surprised I was going through a back alley. That’s what binners do and that’s the point of the photo and this post.
The point of doing the photo as a panorama is to capture something closer to the field of view I actually saw; our eyes have a field of view about four times as large as a camera.
Binned there, done that
There are lots of people who clearly treat binning as an avocation—they collect returnable containers now and again as a hobby; they’re just happy to make a couple of bucks.
Many elderly people I’ve seen in the back alleys over the years have told me they collect returnables as an excuse to get out and about; they’re just happy to get some exercise. I even believe some of the elders who have told me this.
My approach towards binning was deeply influenced by the largely unsolicited advice I received from older homeless binners I encountered back in 2004 (many of whom are dead now).
If you’re going to make any sort of living as a binner—actually support yourself—you need to treat it like a job, they all told me.
Nine years later, I would be more specific: not a part-time job but at least a full-time nine-to-five job.
The mindset of full-time binners is not that of employees but rather of self-employed tradespeople or entrepreneurs or doctors for that matter.
Which brings me back to last night. The time was well after 11 p.m. I was far less interesting in looking for returnables than just going to bed, but I still made the trip through a back alley and I did look. Full-time binners are always on the job.
People may disagree with how we choose to direct our work ethic, but it’s foolish to say we don’t have one.
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