Change Potential

Here's my latest scoop off the streets of Providence, Rhode Island. I've babbled on in this blog before on the lottery and how I feel about the way our government, "we," choose to raise money... How I feel its an underhanded tax on dreams and desire for a better life... How I feel it feeds off those most in need of such fantasy, the poor... But I also have to admit this is fun. The money I scoop off the streets wouldn't pay a bill. It would buy bubble gum, but I'm not into bubble gum. It wouldn't even run a load of wash in the local laundry mat. But one thing it does is make walking down the street a bit entertaining and subversive. It can buy a lottery ticket.

Oh. I didn't win. NPR, you have to keep waiting for my donation, sorry.

Small Change

I thought I'd take pictures of my small street change collections... Occassionally, at least. This is for the lottery ticket I bought yesterday. There are certain areas change appears, around the gas station, cars, and the mall. I like the texture of change that has hit the streets... You can see the penny that is hardly recognizable as a penny. At first when I picked it up, out of the middle of the street, I was a bit disappointed 'cause I thought it a dime. Instead, its a hard worn penny.

This is in reference to my 7/18/07 Twenty-Two Cents entry. Though I must admit, I forget to check if I've won or not.

**The fellow where I buy the lottery tickets doesn't seem to know what to make of me and my highly textured change. I'm not sure I could explain... Hope he doesn't loose patience with me!