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.