A found still life down in the Strip District on 33rd Street. I was just teaching texture last week and then I found this scene after the fact.
Looks as if these were washed up onto some shore.
Gloves and Gravel might be a better title. Do you know where your gloves are?
(Okay Rob, Kristin and Kathryn I know you don’t need them in Florida or Hawaii and other warm climate followers- Enjoy your warm weather!)
I get it. I was diagnosed with Rhaynatds last year so gloves are my thing baby!
I pity the hands that lost them. I don’t know where my gloves are and I’ve Max to blame. At least once a month since last Winter, we’ve been playing keep-away with one glove at a time. Now, there are no more left in my “glove space” but I do have single gloves hidden from view all over this place. Some, I’m sure, won’t be seen again until I move from here. 🙂
Great textures! Don’t think I have owned gloves ever 🙂
Gloves are something I need to remember to hunt for. I am reminded of this every morning as I walk to the station with my hands deep in my pockets!
I do know where my gloves are but that doesn’t mean I’ll use them. I was never quite into them.
I know where my two main pairs of gloves are, and I also know where my “back up” gloves are at, too. In the biting Minnesota cold, a gal NEEDS her gloves! 🙂
I found my gloves in my winter coat pocket when I pulled it out for the Steeler game on October 20th. The Steelers even won that game!!
I keep a pair of gloves in each coat pocket so I always know where they are and they match (or go with) the coat. I found a deal on new gloves last year and bought them to replace the worn-out ones. I’m sure my hands will be warner this year.