One of the first things you notice when you take your eyes away from the Big Picture, is all the trash underfoot.
Well they didn't have any waste management services so what else to do but toss it?
It was the good kind of litter for there wasn't a piece of paper or plastic anywhere
and I was fascinated with it.
Every home had its trash heap out back and this was the typical distance from the house the empty pile of tins would be found. So it wasn't like they threw them out the back door. No, they took a short walk to deposit their rubbish.
Take time to look at individual pieces and you can pick out necks to whisky and beer bottles, medicine or opium bottles, sardine tins, baked bean cans and who knows what else?
Break a dish, cup or bowl, out in the rubbish heap it went.
Even away from the buildings an occasional can could be found like this which I suspect held condensed milk. Naturally I wondered how it came to be out here by itself. I felt every piece held a story. How did it get transported to Bodie? Who did it belong to? What did it contain? What took place on that day it was opened? When was it deposited with all the rest of the cans?