Street combing: raw …… fleece

On my early morning walk,  ever on the alert for what the tides of humanity wash up overnight on urban shores,  I spotted this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It looks as if,  ?for some reason?  a person has stopped and combed their dog.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I spent a few moments wondering if I wanted to collect it and try weaving with it.  Decided no.

And  I came across two more places further along the block with such flotsam and jetsam.

 

Life is certainly interesting.