Just when I think that I’ve see it all when it comes to dog poop bags along the Potomac, up pops something new—maybe a fresh color, a novel setting, an unusual pose.
Bird watchers might see a thousand Hudsonian godwits, but except for some variation in plumage color and pattern, they’re all just about the same. But for bag watchers, every sighting is a visual event.
Here is a selection of dog poop bags I’ve spotted since my first gallery post. As before, nearly all are by, in, or on something. I think that’s really interesting (see article).
Abandoned, with just a leaf for company.
With a lovely river view.
Battered and abandoned.
New mission for a old phone.
Official poop bag of the National Park Service.
Didn’t say anything about poop bags.
“Hey, let me in!”
A bag nestles in a natural cradle.
Next stop is the river.
Hit and run.
Lost its bag.
The rock won.
A very lonely poop bag.
A split stone creates a natural cradle.