Brett Rants - Found Art

Odds and ends on the sidewalk. Lock, feather earring, computer cable, a pipe, perhaps will residue...

More odds and ends, streamed about, flashlight, colored box, might contain pills, one can always hope...

There are a lot of homeless folks encamped where I'm staying these days.
Easily, several hundred in the surrounding square mile.
Maybe ten grand city wide.
Hardcore, sleep on the street, homeless.

Looks like a hash pipe to me. Oh, wait. Maybe that's a little too specific. So, er, some kind of pipe.

Looks like a hash pipe to me. Oh, wait. Maybe that's a little too specific. So, er, some kind of pipe.

And I turned up these treasures on an early morning walk.
Someone's heart's desire.
Or eternal curse...