Left My Heart in San Francisco

Found this on the railing to a wooden bridge near the Buddha. Seems someone left more than a photo behind.

Not a Toilet

I spotted this in an alley. I can imagine the frustration that went into it.

Well, ARE They?

This was found near a wastebasket at my doctor’s office. It appears to be the continuation of a discussion. And who are “they,” anyway?

Spinning Wool At Home

I found this under a tall tree. When was this taken? All the good ol’ days captured in one shot. The photo is mounted on construction paper and laminated as to seal in the memories.

Cleanup for the Cleanup Crew

I volunteered to help the Kids Adopt-A-Beach Cleanup at Dock Weiler Beach. There were over 2,000 kids carrying plastic bags and wearing green gloves to pick up trash on the beach. While performing this duty, I realized that the majority of the trash on the beach that day was actually from the “Clean Up.” I … Continued

About Chad

When I was hanging out at this beer garden right on the beach, I looked down and noticed this on the floor by my foot. While the 3 people I was with continued their conversation, I read this to myself, amazed. Finally I had to interrupt them to show them my find. I think it … Continued

A Present from You Know Who

I was walking back from class at Cal Poly and found this on the sidewalk. Seems like this person either wants to get the other one drunk. Or maybe they are thanking them for something with a giant bottle, probably alcohol.

Happy Days

There’s a homeless man who lives on a street corner that I pass by every day on my way to school. One day he was gone, and in his place an open bag with things spilling out, this Polaroid blowing away.

MOM

I was jogging in the morning and found this note. I always pick up notes hoping to find something interesting, they never are. I finally found something interesting and it made me sad. It makes me feel like it’s a sign to be nicer to my mom, but it is difficult and we still don’t … Continued

Drunk in Nevada City

This note is written on the back of a metallic golden paper that smells a lot of cigarettes. I found it the day after it was written on Broad Street. The style of the note struck me as full of literary possibility… the honesty, the apparent urge to write down an experience, culminating in the … Continued