I found this photograph on filthy floor of the F Train while riding between Jay Street and Bergen Street in Brooklyn. It was just after midnight and I was almost too tired to pick it up. But then, a couple stops later, I realized I was still staring at it. I knew what I had to do. I reached over and peel it away from the grime left behind by thousands of New York City shoes.
I found this on the floor in one of my classes. Something made me pick it up and when I read it, I laughed at its cautious yet blunt nature, but kind of pitied the kid who wrote it. All in all, it’s pretty cute.
I work in the mail room of a small university. We occasionally get deliveries for people who are no longer here; in this case, it was a small bouquet of flowers. Alas, the intended recipient left, years ago.
FOUND by MDA in Victoria, British Columbia, Canada
Found this picture of a girl trying to hide herself on a grassy verge at the side of Cook Street. The only reason I stopped to pick it up is that when I zoomed by it on my bike the first time, I mistook it for a five dollar bill. The picture was cute so I wasn’t upset that it wasn’t.
I spent most of 2003 in Iraq covering the invasion for Harper’s Magazine and the CBC. I found this poster in the rubble of a Mukharbharat (Secret Police) training center in Baghdad, April 21, 2003. The Arabic text reads: “When interrogating a suspect, do not leave your gun, wallet, and I.D. card on the coffee table.” Ba’athist ideology in a nutshell.
I found this neatly-folded note on the ground outside of the Great American grocery store. I like that Mark makes the simple task of telling a co-worker about their shared produce job into a great excuse to wish her well. It’s good to know that niceness still exists in the world.