FOUND by Pam on Turk Street, San Francisco, California
I found this kind note this morning on my regular dog walking route; ten feet away from a raccoon that had been “sleeping” next to the curb for about three days. It’s kind of heartbreaking to think of this person first noticing the raccoon, then taking the time to write the note and, I assume, very quietly place the note under the wiper so as not to wake the tired beast.
Found on the sidewalk in my neighborhood in April of 2012. They didn’t show up on the scan, but the paper actually has dusty shoeprints on it from being walked over. It’s been posted on my refrigerator since then, but I’m moving and it has to go. I thought FOUND would make a nice home for this masterpiece of the strange.
Found while cleaning out my desk at work. I got to the bottom of a pile of papers that had been left by the previous occupant of my desk and found a CD labeled “Release the Beaver.” I popped it into the computer and found this single photo file. Something about this photo made me hold onto it. The pink hues, the giant beaver, the giant beaver pride.
I am taking a photography class at Old Dominion University. Our assignment was to research an artist/photographer and I chose Chuck Close. I went to the school’s art library and was leafing through the Parkett Magazine, Volume 60 when I came across this letter. It is written in French and appears to be a love letter for Jonathan from Rob.
FOUND by Andrew inside a teen-fiction library book
I worked for a small town public library which provided a great source for lost materials as patrons seemed to use anything nearby as a handy bookmark. Oftentimes, we’d try to reunited these misplaced items with their owners, but it wasn’t always possible. This was one such item that caught my eye. I doubt the drawing had intended to be related to the poem, but after re-reading the painful words, I found some kind of resonation between the two.
FOUND by Elisa in Suburban Mississauga, Ontario, Canada
This tiny post-it note caught my eye as a flash of yellow amidst the bright green grass. I was struck by how neat the handwriting was– almost looks like a font! I am ever curious what the chicken’s motivation would be to commit a heinous act and to which book they were referring.
I found this on the street during a lunch break from work over 10 years ago. Since then, I’ve proudly displayed it on my cubicle walls of each job I’ve had since then, and it never fails to disturb my co-workers. I’ve long been intrigued why the writer stored the chicken carcasses for his neighbor instead of disposing of them; in any case, he seems way more indignant about that than about the dog killing them in the first place.