With the loud flap of wings, a duck leaves the murky waters of the lake and ascends. Only as the sun begins to set, do the threatening rain clouds finally dissipate in the darkening sky. The drenched soil, soaked squirrels, and over watered grass let out a collective sigh of relief, heard over the rustling of the wind through bare branches. The flooded areas around the lake recede back, leaving behind humanity’s kind gifts to nature. The shores and beaches of the lake now lay littered with Styrofoam cups, bottles, and plastic of every size imaginable. In one such area, the ducks do not walk across a pebbled waterside but on a thin layer of bottle caps. A photographer stands looking out at such a contrast, and an idea begins to form. An idea
