This couldn’t have presented itself better if I’d staged it. Everything works: The cougarific tiger print glove that has come to rest in the rock ‘n’ roll horns gesture; the repeating of the glove pattern in the pattern of the storm sewer grate; and, finally the fact that the colour of the collected debris matches the glove’s caramel brown-yellow. This is the type of tableaux that makes me do double- takes when walking down the street.
Now if only I could meet and photograph the person who lost this glove in the first place.
