Work glove ©2008 Deidre C. Adams
Closely related to the one-shoe phenomenon is the one-glove phenomenon. This particular specimen was located at a new-home construction site near my dad’s house in Albuquerque, where I had been visiting him a couple of weeks ago. In all the time I was growing up in that neighborhood and for many years afterward, there was nothing but sand and hills and tumblewoods for as far as you could see across the street from his house. Now they’re finally starting to put up a development there.
So while on that visit, my husband and my dad and I went for a walk to see what was going on over there in the mesa. I brought along my pocket camera because you never know what great things you might find. Other great finds on that walk were this:
Dead bird ©2008 Deidre C. Adams
And this:
Marlboro Country ©2008 Deidre C. Adams
It was while waiting for me to take the third one that it finally dawned on my dad that there was a pattern going on here. He turned to my husband and in a voice he must have thought was quiet enough for me not to hear, he said “What is she doing? She’s just taking pictures of junk!” Would he ever have thought to ask me about anything that ever motivated me in life? Nah… We finished our walk without the subject coming up again.
4 Comments
Hi Deidre
You didn’t mention your husband’s reply, mine’s got well used to my peculiar habits and sometimes even photographs textural shots for me ,when he’s out on his own, doesn’t stop him thinking I’m a bit weird though LOL
Great shots, I particularly like the glove, it seems even more poignant than the boot!!
The glove looks like the kind we used in the lab. I love that wind and sand have worn away the tough top layer. Nature doing what acid can’t.
One person’s drop cloth is another person’s loin cloth. It’s all subjective. It’s art brain.
Weird enough for ya?
I think the bird is napping. Too many cigarettes.
Ceci, yes, that is weird, but wonderful! Lisa, ha ha, that gives me an idea to make a composite of all of these things together. A statement of sorts on the new American West. Sharon, yes my husband is the same way. He supports me (or maybe just humors me, hmmm…) in all my weird endeavors. I feel very lucky!