My Peeve With Plastic

Just a beautiful breezy morning that just about nothing could mar.  The trees bowing down as if to wave on the soft grasses underneath as they flutter in unison.  The warm sun blazes hot on your skin but it feels magnificent as the gusts of ocean bound north winds fly through the air adding little goosebumps on your flesh. 

Poetic right?

And then I see IT...
Secured only by a random twig...
Flailing wildly in an effort to escape...
Clapping violently against all in it's way...
Putting a blot on an otherwise perfect landscape...
Calling to mind the hundreds I've seen dotting our highways, even in the country.

The result of a careless passerby, an unsecured garbage can or an unscrupulous snacker at a rest stop.

THE PLASTIC BAG!!!!!!  ARG.  They are so ugly, so unnatural.  Then, a few hours later...

What's this?  While scanning flickr photo pages under ART, I find this photo.  An exact replication, to the tee, of the deplorable BAG I just described from this morning.
 

Along with a very wordy essay on art being found in unusual places, (I think that's what it was about, it was too long to read the whole thing, and a little boring)  Joost J Bakker IJmuiden placed this photo in the Flickr Gallery as a piece of art. 

Well, what do I know?