Lost and found again
I have a fascination with found items. I’ve been known to stop dead in my tracks to pick up lost or discarded grocery lists, old letters, photos and notes. Mostly what I find is nothing more than garbage, but sometimes it’s something else… something that makes you wonder what was going on. Handwriting, misspelling, intent; these are all things that factor into my love affair with found things.
Like this note. Obviously this is just half of the story: