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!”

Big brothers.Next

A bag nestles in a natural cradle.

Next stop is the river.

Hit and run.

Lost its bag.

Peek-a-boo.

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The rock won.

A very lonely poop bag.

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A split stone creates a natural cradle.