Normally, any kind of litter in a stream annoys me. But there’s something about antiquities like this that have a certain charm.
It was once common practice for farmers and country folk to dump trash into ravines. Some still do.
I remember helping friends clean out a dump behind their farmhouse in Central Ohio. It was a great social occasion, sort of like a barn raising. Only dirtier.
Plus, it was kind of interesting unveiling a rusted, tattered mosaic of the lives of people who once lived there.