This 'darkroom' captures the light that passes through things, highlighting the scratches, wear and decay, talking to the touch of passage of time. This series is my trip-photographs from the end of Honeyspot Road Extension in front the the Garbage Museum in Stratford CT, a record of my traveling the curbs of half a city block. The left things,-- bags, paper, feathers, leaves-- forming drifts, piles against the fence, eddying under the curb, decorating the asphalt. Incomplete and worn little worlds out of the sight of our minds' eyes, collecting imprints from passing trucks boots and plant roots, sporting layers of microbial bodies, becoming alive with layered information, becoming the the fossil record of this era. This is a visual investigation of now, then, as found at a single loose end of the road, a particular small corner of the universe.