I have long been fascinated by the accidental detritus of the road. As a cyclist, I look down more than as a motorist, to preserve my tyres and my position (preferably upright, thanks). For a long time I had a massively flattened, bent, and samurai-swordish bicycle pump hanging on my wall. Other treats have included a whole white sliced loaf (almost a whole street's-worth), a frozen chicken, and many an odd shoe... The local dustbin men drop big sinister red rubber gloves all the time, but I have resisted collecting them..
This little piece of strap had fallen from a supermarket-trolley. I don't know what the security guys by the door made of my photographing it, but I got some seriously old-fashioned looks..
My Circle Garden in the snow..
I walked home last night at dusk, in a breathless and sacred silence broken only by the drumming take-off of a partridge. I saw two tawny owls fly from the oak trees. Utter perfection.