One day, while Stark and I were walking back to the apartment, we cut through an alley that is the dumping ground for all the discarded furniture, old bathroom fixtures, and rejected home furnishings from the many surrounding bulidings. Placed right on top of a pile of broken dresser drawers was a pair of old electric typewriters. They were missing the plastic shells that should have been covering their inner workings, and Stark and I found ourselves engrossed by the tiny gears and springs. We took some photos and then absonded with the golf ball type elements.
Photos taken with a Digital Rebel XT.