Walking home the other night, I saw this:
Nothing unusual here, right? A broken umbrella handle.
I take about 30 steps forward, and I see this:
At first, I thought this was the rest of the broken umbrella. But this umbrella, while broken and discarded, still has its handle.
At this point, I’m thinking that I might go back and take a picture of the two broken umbrellas, as it’s a pretty unusual sight to see. Then I take about 80 steps forward (I went back and counted), and saw this:
It's a little difficult to see here, and I might have missed it entirely if I wasn't looking closely.
Can you make that one out? Here’s a closer view:
It's a little blurry, but you get the idea. It's another handle.
At this point, I’ve gone back, taken photos, and am pretty satisfied with what I’ve discovered. Then I see THIS:
FOUR!
And then:
This looks like a garbage bag, but it's an umbrella. I didn't check to see if it still had its handle.
I’m not sure if these fit into the Lonely Sock category, since there’s a sense of community here somehow. I do know that this whole experience was kind of incredibly, impossibly sad and sort of bizarrely beautiful.
