Note: this isn't a project, just a sharing.
My partner is selling his old house in the country. On the property is a steep hillside that leads, eventually, down to a stream. It looks like a section of the hill was treated as a dump for many years. Or, if not a dump, let's call it an alternative to recycling, because the only stuff you'll find is made of glass, with the occasional rust-covered tin or metal object mixed in. The bottles and jars aren't particularly old — they might date from the 1940s-60s. There are half-empty jars of Vick's Vap-o-rub (the name helpfully imprinted on the bottom), Noxema, and a tiny bottle of Listerine. And there are lots of jars that once held jam or sauerkraut or applesauce.
I was there a couple of days ago, looking for anything still intact and interesting. Here's what I took home with me, in their fresh, pre-washed state:
The one broken bottle in the front was saved only because it was made in Northampton, Massachusetts, my old town. I might put all of these in a bottle tree kind of contraption.
Among the loosely strewn, mostly-empty containers were a few that had invited some local flora inside. They are the most authentic, artisanal terraria you could ever hope to find, being formed, as they are, completely without human intervention. What could be more natural?
I only took one of these home, though I was strongly tempted to take all of them and sell them to wealthy hipsters as the world's most real, authentic terraria on Earth. This one has its own lid, and might not require being half-buried in a hillside in order to continue to live. We'll see.
I'm Debbie Way, an artist and writer who enjoys making things.