I have often walked by trash and said to myself “that’s not mine”. Because you know, that gave me permission to just ignore it and be on my way. The other morning I saw several beer cans in the parking lot. They weren’t mine technically but I started thinking about how if I had to look at them, that they were mine— to see day after day, or mine to pick up and throw away. I picked them up. It just seemed easier to do that than to keep lying to myself by saying “those aren’t mine”. The photo above happened the last time I remember getting a really significant amount of rain here. That was over a year ago. I’m not trying to be self-righteous here, I’ve littered before, stuff flies out of my windows sometimes but why aren’t those of us that notice trash, picking it up more often? What if we just did it sometimes? Several North Texas towns have joined a campaign called reverse litter. It just takes a few minutes, plus when the trash is picked up it doesn’t end up in our lakes and streams like the picture above.