The ice cold St. Louis River tumbles over shale rock and has plenty of walleye, northern pike, muskies, small mouth bass and...
... a recliner in the middle of nowhere. Actually just before you enter Jay Cooke State Park. In case anyone wants to wade out there through the weeds to retrieve this beauty and take it home with them. Or sit and take a load off. And look, it's one of those horrible mauve velveteen overstuffed things, with the drapey attached pillows over arms and back. Unbelieveable. One day, Planet Earth is just going to give a mighty shrug to rid itself of pesky man who continues to litter all over everywhere with his/her trappings of so-called comfort and convenience.
Or how about an early misty morn in Minneapolis, contemplating a lovely pile of trashed furniture.
Are kidding me? An Eames chair unceremoniously dumped. It's looking at us. It looks like the robot maid in the Jetson's. The other one's not too bad either, in an 80's mod kind of way. Upholstered arms and legs, all 90 degree angles, could do, could do..
This perfectly-fine-to-fix black rattan (I forgot the brand, this picture is a few years old), chucked in Bryn Mawr alley.
And one more tasty tidbit to leave you with - these just found recently - another Parking Lot Abandonment case, this one in St. Paul. Now here's a couple of keepers for sure.