I take black and white photographs of broken parking meters during my travels in Los Angeles and print them as traditional silver gelatin prints. The meters register as “failed” and have plastic bags placed over them. The sculptural quality of these bags is remarkable. The grey metal poles supporting the meters resemble pedestals for these expressive plastic pieces that, for me, feel like little figures or personalities. Each bag has been conceived differently: twisted, tied, taped, and torn, reflecting the driver’s mood. I also like knowing that I am documenting something fleeting. The same bag I photographed today is usually gone tomorrow. If the bag survives, sometimes it looks completely different–the light has changed, the wind alters its shape, and water droplets have gathered on its surface. What started as a cheap plastic bag from the grocery store became an insurance policy against the meter maid. Capturing this newfound sculpture in film and transforming trash into silver-plated work on paper has been gratifying.