In early February, on one of my regular walking routes, I found a spoon with a bent handle on an overpass. I picked it up off the sidewalk and put it on one of the railing pylons, hoping to get an arty shot.
It stayed there for a few weeks, and each time I passed I took more pictures. I began to think about taking it with me and photographing it in different places, just for fun.
Somewhere in there I realized that it was less likely to be a piece of mangled flatware than it was to be a piece of drug paraphernalia. D’oh.
Oh well. I still like some of the pictures I got.
