My Photographical Orphanage

Hello, everyone!

How’s your week going? I’ve been without caffeine for two days, and it sucks. I can barely run, or even stay awake. If this post ends in gibberish, you know what’s happened.

The weather has been insanely good for the last couple of days here, temperatures in the low 20s, and not a thread of cloud in the sky. And good weather means more time on the playgrounds for me. I never spent this much playground time when it was age appropriate for me, and now I am making up for it.

If you have followed this substack for a while-thank you, and sorry- you know I like photographing things that are out of place for all sorts of reasons: negligence, forgetfulness, dickheadedness, etc. Here’s a new collection of forgotten things I’d like to call my photographical orphanage.

Baby sunglasses. The day after I took this photo, the sunglasses were broken into pieces.

A beanie.

A sock.

A sweatshirt. There’s no way this was left there by mistake, right?

Another beanie.

A jacket.

A mitten.

Un parapluie a Paris.

A baby rain boot.

A license plate.

And that’s it for today! Thank you for stopping by. If you are interested in inquiring about adopting any of these, please let me know. I’d be happy to walk you through the process. Enjoy the rest of your week and stay ehafeuhafudofheuwqfjahf89eyurryheujfhDJPEUJKSHNDHGEOHDHABCHIOHSDYUABDULHDFUIASHBVKCJBDughdfouwyHGDLIJDAIHUGFIu’djfvueailsbjfeqw8ithfjeqowpa’pdkmwqoeiurfgh[pJDFNVLAJHFNBYUWQGE8iufhgyuajghfbvydqyoudjfhuiuwi9hfgbykawsjnvuydhbcydsiqoe9o.