OK, call it a hobby, a sport or just plain weird...Chris has been fascinated with lost gloves for the last two years. I am not sure what started this obsession, maybe it was an artistic yearn to be creative with the camera or the thrill of the hunt, but some may just call her strange. I recall when she first started spotting lost gloves, she began collecting them and bringing them home to a warm, safe environment (our home to be exact). And at one point in time she was debating on whether to create a sculpture out of these lost souls, and believe it or not she even had others coming to her with lost gloves. There is probably some sort of name for a following like that, but I don't dare go there. Nor will I dare tell you about my "trash" photos that I have been taking for many years. OK, so I just told you., but I am psyched about them. That's right, plain, old trash on the streets...you will just have to wait for another blog posting. For now it's on to those poor, lonely inanimate objects that we all love to own and hate to lose, but always seem to manage to do so and it always seems to be one or both of your favorite pair.
While I am sure the lost gloves were happy to be amongst their own kind, our closet was just getting too cramped for them, kind of like a post-Christmas sale at your local K-Mart. Attention shoppers, "glove down" in aisle 9. So, the decision was made to just start photographing them. So, off we go some days, with camera in hand, on a glove safari. Here's a short pictorial display of those unfortunate hand less creatures:
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