On a frosty morning I spotted this bent bicycle wheel in the grass on my way to work. I’m unsure why anyone just leaves a broken bicycle wheel in the grass, but it proved a good enough subject for my photography.
This is a part of the weekly theme from the X/52 project, this weeks theme is trash.
Other posts on this theme:
Vibeke Prestmo Valestrand: Garbage Collection
Stines hverdag: Rusty
Ståle Ertzgaard: Aftenrød
You wonder as much as me as to why some things end up where they havnernår they clearly belong elsewhere. Bicycle Wheel and shopping carts. Jackets and panties, and otherwise the most unthinkable appear on the most peculiar places. And one might wonder. Or you can take a picture of it, as you have done. With just the right depth of field and the right angle and great views. A section leading thoughts on past the wheel and out on the gray lawn – and beyond
Nice jerk picture that allows thoughts flutter on after receiving a bent clue to grab 
(translated by Google)
Original comment (Norwegian):
Deilig dust bilde som lar tankene flagre videre etter å ha fått et bøyd holdepunkt å ta tak i 
Du lurer like mye som meg på hvorfor en del ting havner der de havnernår de helt tydelig hører hjemme annetsteds. Sykkelhjul og handlevogner. Jakker og og truser og ellers det mest utenkelige dukker opp på de mest besynderlige steder. Og man kan jo undre seg. Eller man kan ta et bilde av det, slik du har gjort. Med akkurat passe dybdeskarphet og rette vinkel og flott utsnitt. Et utsnitt som fører tankene videre forbi hjulet og ut på den grå plenen – and beyond
Sometimes my auto translation works wonders. And sometimes it don’t. This time it worked excellently, except for “jerk”. But then again, I almost suspect you did than on purpose…
I sometimes take a walk around my neighbourhood with a black plastic bag for garbage, picking up little bits here and there. I wish I did this more often, but it’s better than doing nothing I guess. What I simply don’t understand is how anyone can just leave trash out in the nature. Like it belongs there somehow.
Fun! Dust is so unclear that it is not easy to be soft with
(translated by Google)
Original comment (Norwegian):
Morsomt! Dust er såpass uklart at det ikke er helt lett å bli dus med