Streetcombing – coming across the flotsam and jetsam of the tides of humanity that wash up on the shores of city streets overnight – was particularly interesting this morning.
A cigarette. Broken. By the curb. Made me wonder if it was a symbol of a New Years resolution.
The eye tends to take the mind on a texture jaunt at sight of this sculpture on the grounds of the Art Gallery of Victoria …..
… this is its history …..
…. but this commanded immediate interest: it is not likely to be there tomorrow. In its own way, an objet d'art, if only in the intent of whoever put it there. And anyone who cared to see it as such.
In the past I have taken streetcombed items home.
A bottle cap ….. curiosity ….. a look around ….
….. aah.
The sun was warm and the earth receptive and we plant 'winter' pansies so someone may well have been carrying a flat of these home to their garden now.