Thoughts On that One Lonely Glove

one lonely glove
Pink glove attached to metal rod


I have always been an outsider an observer of life and the tiny details intrigue me. Recently I was walking along the river Seven.  I capture an image of a child glove it was pink and flurry on the edges, it was attached to a metal rod upon a wall. This photograph since that point as captivated my mind eye.  Who did this glove belong to? Did they leave on purpose or was it an accident? Does this glove miss its partner?  Does the child who lost it, are they sad its gone? All these questions have filled my thoughts. One of the great joys of photography is finding a mysterious object in an odd place.