Yes, there is the excitement of discovering just what the tide of humanity causes to wash up, overnight, on urban streets; I truly never know what I will discover.
But there is also the aspect of the unexpected: I am not going looking for such 'treasures' (unless specifically with a project in mind).
Today the early morning walk had progressed from experiencing the movement of body in fresh air and fresh light (it was cloudy but the sun does filter through or it would be dark) and other people out and about. It had reached the stage of walking turning more into strolling, less observation of the world around me, more thought of what I wanted to do next, turning my steps toward home.
That's when I noticed this wagon. With its load of branches. Had a small wonder at when it would be off to dump and was the spare tire for the wagon and was the levelling log permanent or opportunitistic.
Then I noticed the orange. The mandarin orange.
Eye lenses stopped and stared. Camera lens was dug out of purse.
Had a major wonder: who left it there, so perfectly positioned? Why? When? Had the deer family who usually wander by earlier seen it?
Had anyone else stopped to admire its incongruity and perfection in the midst of rusty metal?
When I got home I took a mandarin from the basket in the kitchen that is filled with such oranges as long as they are available in the stores which now seems to be for months and not just Christmas; I took that mandarin and thoughtfully peeled it and ate it.