April 9, 2016spring in which my red glove fell in the river and floated downstream… Sharonforgottonia, landscape photography, midwest photography, nature photography, photography, red glove, spoon river Like this:Like Loading...
Bummer! I’m sure it will come in handy. 😉
Thanks, Ilex. I bought those in Scotland last summer, so my heart broke a little when I saw it floating downstream. But if an eagle or hawk or other woodland friend plucked it from the water to line their nest, then my loss is nature’s gift, and that makes me happy :-).
Thanks, San jeet 🙂
That’s a wonderful way of looking at it Sharon, it would be brilliant to think of a Scottish glove lining an eagles nest!! 🙂 Great photo btw.
My sentiments exactly, Andy. Thank you so much :).
Oh, bummer. Let’s hope it has a great adventure. 😉
I shall think nothing other. 🙂
Did you ever read the folktale ‘The Mitten?’ That’s what I thought of when I saw this post! https://youtu.be/SnLs-01AENo
I see it….floating away….what a pest! Let’s hope it does now line an Eagles nest😋
Beautiful red gloves from beautiful Edinburgh……..my heart cracked just a little in that moment….
Aw….so powerful……can I send you new pair? Where did you buy them😳😵😆
That’s kind of you to offer, but I could never let you do such a thing. I can get another pair online, maybe not exactly the same but from Scotland anyway.
Thank you very much for even thinking of it, Seonaid. xo
Happy spring to you, beautiful Nomzi :-).
Happy spring to you too, beautiful Sharon 😊
What an image you have offered us … the visual one, and the one in our minds.
It’s a bit strange because yesterday, as I pulled into a parking space at the grocery store, I saw that someone had placed a red glove in a small hole in the wall. It had been lost, I’m guessing, and whoever found it was hoping that the owner would come look for it.
I sat there and looked at it for a moment, pondering a photograph.
So weird that a red glove is featured in your posts.
So sorry it was lost, though …
Oh Laurie I would have loved to see that grocery store red glove! Something about this theme is a bit magical. I once wrote a short story about a heirloom blue crockery bowl that disappeared during a move many years ago. Although I never saw that bowl floating downstream, it felt as though it had just drifted away.
There’s a lesson to be learned on the letting go of material objects, no matter their sentimental value. I’m still working on that one 😉
Thanks for your lovely comment :).