It was just the first ground frost in the winter season. Passing by an old abandoned place just next to the main road, suddenly I saw all those beautiful little white ice crystals enveloping everything from trees to the rusty fence. Morning mist was lying low and distant urban noise was unfolding slowly in the cold air. A minute later, walking around with a small compact camera, that I carry always with me, I started to see all that random trash lying around, mainly on a colorful cracked lino floor, covered in frost like a pieces of art. I didn't rearrange them, just couldn't resist myself to take the pictures. Trash frosted into art.