Mislaid. Every mislaid item has a story to tell. Was it dropped? Did it fall out of a pocket? Whose was it? Will the owner come back looking for it? Some have been placed. Has someone found it and put it there to keep it safe in the hope it will be reunited with its owner? Some seem invisible. A glove, continually trodden into the mud.
Regularly I see these mislaid items and decided to record them as some take on an almost sculptural appearance as if they are meant to be there as an artform, others more sad - a child's favourite toy lost, or once cherished possessions now being weathered by the elements.