September 13. On the bridge of lost gloves (stretch of SE 56th Street where it crosses Issaquah Creek. I have seen more lost gloves in this 100-yard stretch of road than anywhere else.)
This was supposed to go up back at the beginning of September, but here is what's left of lost glove #23 two years after I first saw it.
It was still glove-shaped until just a couple days before this picture was taken which is fairly remarkable since it's not in some out of the way spot, it's right in the middle of the driveway for I-90 Motor Sports and must get run over at least a couple times a day.
Well, here we are in triple-digits. Only took 3-1/2 years. This was on Juniper behind Gilman Village back on September 6th.
I was thinking about stopping when I hit 100, but I've already got a few more waiting to be posted, so I'll have to pick some other more arbitrary number if I ever manage to kick the habit.
See, this one I know exactly where that is. It was taken at the Issaquah Farmer's Market back on 8/26. The people in the background are waiting to buy snow cones. This glove seems to think I should have joined them. (I didn't)
Another glove from back in August. Pretty sure this one was on Gilman Blvd logical-West of the post office.
Taken back on August 14th and I am not sure where I saw it now. You'd think I'd be smart enough to always take at least one picture that places the darn things after all these years. I think it was up on 56th Street just west of 220th Ave, so we'll just let that be the memory, shall we?
Nice to see a glove that actually shows some pre-loss wear and tear.
I couldn't get any closer to this one without risking life and limb.
Saw this on Thomas Street in Seattle as we were walking from Seattle Center up the hill to REI last Saturday.
The reason for their discard is more mysterious with some gloves than with others.
This glove helped me pass the time while I was waiting for the Issaquah Brewhouse to open for lunch. That's the Issaquah Library across the street.
Got a note the other day from a correspondent in the Big Apple who has started a blog for Lost Gloves In New York. Go take a look.
I was trying to get a shot that showed the ants that were wandering around in the gravel, but anything that read the ants didn't read as a glove.
This pair was just far enough apart that I couldn't get them both in the same frame and have them be identifiable as gloves. The two shots work nicely top to bottom like this, don't they?
At first glance these seem to be latex gloves and so outside of my charter, but closer inspection revealed that they were knit gloves with latex gloves added as a waterproof outer coating. Pretty clever, really. Their creator should have held onto them.
This is in the same spot as #57 only this picture is looking in the opposite direction. It's getting so I could almost put together a photo collage of Issaquah from all these crazy pictures.
Could I be coming to the end of the series? Or do I just need to dig a little deeper to find some new pictures?
In preparation for offering some more lost glove pictures for sale next weekend, I updated the map of glove sighting locations. I'm going to have to find a different way of doing this pretty soon.
Click the image for a slightly bigger (and less dithered) view. Can you deduce where I live, where I work, and how I get from one to the other from this map?
A lost glove mention in today's Dilbert.
This one is along the same stretch of trail as #79. In fact, the good samaritan who laid it across the fence rail picked up #79 too.
I wonder what portion of the lost gloves in Issaquah come from here?
We were out for a walk today and saw this. Went back by bike with my camera and took a bunch of pictures. There are several puddles around it so it was fun playing with the reflections.
I kept riding by this one when I was in a hurry to get to work and didn't have time to stop to get its picture. It's so blue! This is along the newly opened East Lake Sammamish Trail.
Becky pointed this one out for me and got to watch as I walked all around it looking for a picture that wasn't just "glove on pavement".
I think these "divided highway" signs are a relic of the days when this stretch of Gilman Blvd was part of the highway that became I-90. If I'm right then they're older than I am.
It's been a pretty sparse glove winter so far.
This one kind of creeps me out. Even apart from the rubber glove ick factor, the way it seems to be stretched out of shape is just too organic.
A UPS delivery guy saw me taking this one and thought I'd be interested in the guy he saw elsewhere in the parking lot sitting in his car with the engine running, tossing his McDonalds wrappers on the ground outside his window. The UPS guy was pretty appalled, but I couldn't help thinking of Edward Abbey's comments to the effect that roads are so ugly and wasteful that a little litter doesn't really make much difference.
I almost feel bad for infecting all my readers with this lost glove meme. Once you start seeing them you pretty much can't stop.
With the heavy rain we've gotten the last couple of weeks, the pedestrian underpass I usually ride to get to work has flooded so I had to take another route which led past this extremely soggy glove.
Here's what Karina had to say about the picture:
I saw this accumulation of work gloves and took this picture for you.
It was outside a hydro building or some other obscure fenced in
building that you're not sure what it is.
But 10 work gloves, all piled up like that?
Must have been in the garbage and missed the truck.
And with that, we conclude this episode of lost glove catch up Sunday.
This was just last Friday, so today's glove post torrent is almost done.
This was not the first picture I took of this glove, but it was the first picture I knew I was taking of this glove.
The first picture I took is 41 seconds into this timelapse video (10MB AVI) of my new year's day bike ride up a really big hill to the new Caffe Ladro in the Issaquah Highlands. I didn't know there was a glove in the video because at the point where I passed the glove, the only thing I was thinking about was trying to catch my breath. On my way back home I saw it and took the picture above and hence knew to look for it in the video, and lo, there it was.
I don't usually capture disposable gloves (partly cause of the "Eww!" factor, partly cause I have to draw a line somewhere), but I'll make an exception for this one.
My dad took this picture in the elevator at the hospital while my nephew Nathan was getting himself born. (The story on that page is behind the times. Nathan is home now and doing fine)
Outside the Burke Museum on Boxing Day. They had a wonderful exhibit of photos taken in the Alaska National Wildlife Refuge by Subhankar Banerjee. Follow that link back there. About a dozen of Banerjee's pictures are behind it and none of them has lost gloves in them. They're quite stunning.
One year ago this one was sitting on a post. It moved to a nearby parking strip a few days later and has been there ever since.
Still working off the backlog from the blog outage. This was in the middle of the three-lane road to work back on December 5th. Of course it's in a suburban office park and I took the picture at about 9pm on my way home, so there wasn't much chance I'd get run over.
This picture was taken the day after this glove's debut in my video posting back on 12/1, so I can't take credit for spotting it here under its blanket of snow.
The glove stayed there on the bench for about a week but on the Monday following a weekend planting party in the area it was gone.
This was in Lincoln City, OR where we spent Thanksgiving weekend. If the sky weren't completely blown out you could see the Pacific Ocean about even with the fence by the bushes in the background.
One of the hacks in O'Reilly's cool Digital Photography Hacks book made me want to get an UltraPod mini tripod, so when I saw an Eddie Bauer branded one at the outlet store in Lincoln City over the weekend I snagged it. As you can see, it very nicely straps to the stem on my mountain bike and allows me to do timelapse movies of bike rides like I've been wanting to do for a long time. (Yes, I am a big dork. Why do you ask?)
Today I tried it out and took this movie (38 second 6.2MB AVI video Beware of that link if you're on a dialup connection (this means you, Mom)) of my daily commute route. There's a little surprise about half-way through that should be amusing to my regular readers.
My camera (Pentax Optio S4) takes 1-minute video clips but it has a feature to spread that one minute out over 2, 5, 10, 20, 50, or 100 minutes of real time. This movie was shot in 20x mode. 10x wouldn't be long enough for my commute unless I rode a bit faster than I tend to, or took a more car-filled route.
Seen a few days ago on my way from work to dinner.
Becky and her art buddies are having a show and sale in a house up in Everett next weekend and I'll be showing prints of some of my lost glove pictures. The other artists do a wide variety of work from traditional and original paper-cuttings to acrylic paintings to homemade journals to Becky's mixed media stuff. If Everett isn't too far out of your way, I'll stick details and directions after the cut.
Art & Craft Sale
12128 49th Drive SE, Everett, WA
Saturday, November 5, 10am to 4pm
Sunday, November 6, 10am to 4pm
Featuring talented local artists
with all original artwork:
Acrylics – Watercolors – Collage
Photography – Fibers – Paper-cuttings
Get your Christmas shopping done early with one-of-a kind gifts. Find something extraordinary for yourself. You will love what you see and want to take it all home! Come fill your day with art and meet the artists, too. We hope to see you!
12128 49th Drive SE
Everett, WA 98208
1. Take Interstate 5 to Exit 186 (128th Street EAST).
2. Take 128th Street EAST (after a few blocks, 128th becomes 132nd Street).
3. After 1˝ miles or so, you will pass McDonalds's, a Shell station on the right, and a school on the left.
4. Continue and make a left at Seattle Hill Road.
5. Make a left at 51st Avenue SE (very first street on the left).
6. Go past two stop signs.
7. Make a left on 122nd Street SE.
8. Continue and make a right on 49th Drive (corner house with rope fence).
This was just around the corner from my house one night two weeks ago.
This specimen was right in the middle of one of the few bike lanes in Issaquah.
At work this weekend I was doing some maintenance that required me to visit a large number of my coworkers' computers. I started laughing when I got to this one and saw the pair of disposable gloves draped across the keyboard. There's some ambiguity about whether the gloves were intended as a comment on my glove habit or as a prophylacitc measure against the grungy keyboard. I suspect it was a little of each.
Wow, it's been a bonanza week for gloves, eh? This one is satisfyingly well-worn unlike most I see which look like they were practically new before they were lost.
This one also gives me an opportunity to vent a little. It's sitting on the sidewalk in a construction zone that's been making my ride home from work each night an adventure. This is one of the streets between work and home and it's been closed to traffic all this week. The other street between work and home is open, but the sidewalk and right lane are closed and torn up with other construction. If I were driving it wouldn't be a big deal, but biking a busy street that's been funnelled down to one lane is not a recipe for happy fun time. Hopefully all this night work will get the job done soon.
Saw this on my way to dinner through one of the least pedestrian-friendly areas in all of Issaquah.
Saw this on Saturday. Today it was gone. At least one of my readers may recognize this non-Issaquah location.
This glove appeared in this spot a year ago today and hasn't moved more than a few inches since. You'd think it would be in some out of the way spot, but it's right in the middle of the driveway for a local motorcycle shop. It became one with the pavement almost immediately.
This one, on the other hand, reappeared last week. I first saw it back in July of last year. It sat in the gravel driveway to a water pumping station for a while and disappeared as the weeds grew up around it. Last week they came through and mowed and there it was in pretty much the same spot.
My friend Marilyn clued me in to the location of this pair about which she said "They look like a happy couple."
I about had a heart attack riding my bike up the enormous hill on whose slope they were resting in their conjugal bliss. I tried to take a picture that depicted how steep the road was, but you can't really tell. Plus, I liked the tire tracks you can see in this shot. I'll shoot the others up to Flickr for the curious.
My descent was as harrowing as the ascent was strenuous. I kept my speed under 35 through nearly continuous application of the brakes, but my brain always presents me with images of blowouts whenever I go fast on two wheels. No mishaps to report, fortunately.
Karina Bergmans of the always entertaining art blog Kaleidoscope Art made a sleeping bag out of lost mittens she found around Candada (mostly Toronto, Montreal, and Ottawa, I think). Last weekend she got a chance to try it out on a camping trip.
I had an "off-site meeting" this afternoon and ran across this specimen on my way back from the park^Wmeeting.
In other lost-glove-related news, there's another lost glove blog out there. Mange Tout's Lost Gloves seems to be London-based despite the Francophone alias. It's amazing how little the style of gloves found varies across national boundaries.
Update: Mange Tout kindly informs me in comments that my location guess was off by 70 miles with the real location being on the south coast of England.
We went to a friend's art installation on Beacon Hill and saw this on the way from the bus to the gallery.
After only a week on the street, not only is Lost Glove #51 starting to look a little frayed around the edges, it's also displaying a bit of an attitude.
This is almost surely the other half of yesterday's.
It's also the same kind of glove and in almost exactly the same place as #44.
These are the nicest gloves I've seen lost so far. This street serves only one office so I think it's likely that their (the gloves') owner will go through here again soon and find them.
I had my 35mm camera with the 28mm lens on with me so I took some shots with that too. This picture is from the OptioS4.
It must be spring, gloves are defecting right and left. This is just 20 meters from yesterday's pair (which were gone this morning).
This one's from a couple of weeks ago. Cat blogging took precedence that day and then I forgot about it.
Our first full day in Vancouver we did some walking in Stanley Park and spotted this pair (which I'll count as one glove since they were right together) on the sea wall.
We went to Vancouver B.C. last week, and five minutes after getting off the train I spied this subject in the middle of a jogging trail. I would have tried for a more interesting picture, but we were tired (we had to catch the train from Seattle at 7am for crying out loud), hungry, and starting to get cranky in the rain carrying all our luggage and not exactly sure where we were going.
Riding home from dinner in the dark had to screech to a stop and park the bike to catch this guy in the gutter pretty far off my usual routes.
I got a nice email the other day from Annie Johnson drawing my attention to her new lost glove site, http://www.lostglove.co.uk/. It's a hoot! Annie and her friends have been collecting lost gloves they see around the town of York in Northern England. The site features pictures of lost gloves, explanation of the mission of their project, and a Glove Patrol section where individual contributors get credit for their finds. There's even a bulletin board for discussion of topics glovey. There are 445 gloves in her collection which she started at the beginning of 2004. And you thought I was obsessed! Of course York has nearly 200,000 people while Issaquah has less than 10,000 so it's only natural they have a lot more lost gloves than we do, plus they're about 6 degrees farther north than I am and have quite a bit more freezing weather. With the advent of the website, Annie hopes that it will become possible for people to find their lost gloves on her site and be reunited with them.
And speaking of reuniting lost handgear with its owners, this week I also stumbled across Canada's National Post's new National Mitten Registry which exists for this very purpose. Canadians from all provinces are encouraged to send in found gloves in exchange for a handy tote bag. Once received, the gloves are posted on the registry site where they wait hopefully for their owners to see them.
So Canada and York are covered. What happens to lost gloves in your neighborhood?
I assume this glove got a lift to this perch from some samaritan. It's been about a week since I took the picture and it's still there.
This one is about 15 feet off of my commute route. I wouldn't have noticed it except I drove through this intersection a couple of days ago and it caught my eye. Sought it out for a picture on my way home tonight.
The left was straddling the fog line and as soon as I got off the bike to take its picture I saw its mate in the ditch.
There are a record number of gloves out on my routes right now. #23 from back in September is still there becoming one with the pavement. #33 reappeared recently after disappearing under a pile of leaves for a while. Then #35, #36, and these two haven't had time to move too far yet.
Sometimes I think I should call these Pavement Snapshots instead of Lost Gloves. I liked how the composition came out on this one, but the one below is more fun despite its flaws.
This glove is from back on January 5th. Since these shots were taken, it has moved about 20 feet to the NW.
It's a new level of obsessiveness! Stole the map from the city web page and spent a ridiculous amount of time fussing with the dots and numbers and arrows in AppleWorks.
Wish I could remember where the heck I saw #27.
One of the things I like about taking photos of lost gloves is that there is nothing intentional about a lost glove. The only intention in these pictures is what I contribute myself as I frame the shot and click the shutter.
In this case I'm not sure that's true since it seems unlikely that somebody carefully set their glove on the top of this fence post (it's actually the handrail of a foot bridge across the North Fork of Issaquah Creek, but it looks like a fence post) and then failed to retrieve it. I suspect someone saw the glove on the ground and set it here so its owner might find it more easily. But maybe not. Who knows?
I chose this particular picture because it reminds me of the Bush as Post Turtle joke.
I would have posted them before now, but there have been computer issues around here for the past week. More about that later.
On the sidewalk outside Shanghai Garden where I got my lunch today. (Szechuan Chicken in Hot Garlic Sauce. Yum.)
Last Thursday we went to the Seattle First Baptist Church to see and hear author Wendell Berry read from his latest novel. Readers of Mad Times may recognize Mr. Berry's name from the header of this very blog since it was a line from one of his poems that led me to my title.
Berry reads with a soft, slow Kentucky accent that could lull you to sleep if it weren't also making you relish every phrase. The reading was delightful.
And it was well worth the logistical hassle of getting me to Capitol Hill from downtown Issaquah without a car in time for the 7:00 reading. I was hiking up Madison from 4th Avenue where I got off the 554 bus. I'd detoured half a block north to check the menu at Star Thai and decide whether I had time to grab a bite (didn't). Walking back to Madison, I saw this glove.
Life goes on.
I'm trying to decide how obsessive to get about this whole lost glove thing. So far I've posted a picture of every glove I've seen since the first one back in January of 2003. Well, I decided not to post the rubber glove I saw last week.
I think it would help if I posted some non-glove pictures to mix things up a little. Maybe soon.
We went to my father-in-law's place in eastern Oregon over the weekend. On Sunday I wandered up the road to visit the site of LG#8. I didn't expect to find the glove since we'd already heard the tale of the towing of the truck on whose running board it had been perched. Sure enough it was nowhere to be seen. I wandered around the locality a bit looking at the junk that accumulates in out-of-sight corners of rural properties, and as I turned to head back toward the house I looked down. At my feet, another one.
I was walking from home to work to get my bike which I'd left at work last week so I could drive the car home which I had left there because my keys were locked inside. Quite the transportational comedy. Anyway, look, a glove.
After shooting it I resumed my walk and had only gone 30 feet before I spied its mate down in the ditch. People have started making fun of me for taking these. I have a whole rationale for why I continue to find meaning in photographing misplaced handwear. I'd probably make fun of me too.
Lost glove with lost penny.
I'm pretty sure this wasn't here last night when I photographed #21 just 50 feet away. I walked back and forth between them to confirm that they were not a complete pair, but two different lost singles.
On Gilman at the entrance to the stub of Rainier that goes to Zetec and is being contemplated as a third freeway crossing for our macadam-obsessed town.
This is about 20 feet from where glove #3 was.
I need to make a map while I can still remember where I saw them all.
Was late for a meeting this morning cause I had to stop and shoot this glove in the bike lane on East Lake Sammamish Parkway. Gotta have your priorities!
Saw this in a local antique mall. Neither price tag nor mate was in evidence.
A non-Issaquah glove. Down the street from the Crest movie theatre in Seattle.
A commenter left a link to http://www.lostglovegallery.com/ with lots of pictures of lost gloves and a stated mission of reuniting them with their owners. Soon to be accepting submissions, evidently. Most are in Germany, a few in France.
|Might be the same glove as #11 which might have been the mate of #6. If it is the same, it has moved halfway from the spot where I saw it first to the spot where I saw its possible mate first.
Or it could be that someone around here considers this flavor of glove disposable.
|A couple of weeks ago I was late for a meeting at work and took the shorter, but higher traffic way to work and as I rushed by I noticed what I thought was a glove. I went out for a purely recreational ride today and coincidentally ended up passing this corner with enough time to snap a shot.|
Faithful reader Dan points out this item from Talk of the Town in The New Yorker about Alexandra Horowitz, a fellow collector of lost gloves.
Last winter, Horowitz began collecting the misplaced—trampled, forlorn, snot-slicked—mittens and gloves that she saw on the street, not for the sake of research or even, God forbid, art, but out of some deep-seated altruistic urge to see them reunited with their other halves.
Hers is more of an active search than the passive discovery that informs my own lost glove studies. She has a collection of 118+ gloves and mittens (excluding work gloves and disposables which she doesn't disturb), 10 times the number I have seen around Issaquah in a similar period, but that's no surprise since there are probably far beyond 10 times as many walkers on any given street in NYC than in my car-centric suburb.
As to motive, she says, "The melancholy of a lost glove sitting in the middle of a sidewalk struck me as minorly tragic, for the glove and for its owner." And on that I agree completely.
First lost glove of 2004. First lost glove with the OptioS4. I was spoiled by the fixed focus on the Chameleon. I haven't mastered the idiosyncracies of the Pentax's auto-focus yet. And sadly even at maximum enlargement on the lcd, it's hard to tell if you've gotten a sharp picture in the field. More practice is needed.
Anyway, this glove is in the gated fire lane behind the King County Courthouse in Issaquah.
My friends are starting to tease me about my glove fetish. I just keep seeing them. It's strange what you see around you if you adjust your focus. It's bizarre that so many gloves are lost in the three miles between my house and my job. Only two of the gloves I've posted so far (#7 and #8) have been outside of this tiny area. I should make a map while I can still remember them all.
I gave the gloves their own category so I don't have to keep putting in links to previous entries in the series.
|I wonder if this is the mate of LG#6 from back in June? It's a half a mile away and six months later, but it is the right (left vs. June's right) hand and same basic flavor... Hmmm.|
Previous lost gloves:
Another victim of the Bridge of Lost Gloves. The picture on the left was taken on my way to work, the one on the right on the way home. In seven hours it had moved about 10 yards to the west, but was still in the same location in the same lane. Maybe I could get a grant to study glove migration patterns...
Previous lost gloves:
|I don't know if you can really say that a disposable glove is "lost", but this one was sitting alone in the middle of the Rainier Trail on a recent sunny day.
Previous lost gloves:
|This one's on the running board of a 1940s International truck parked out back of my father-in-law's place on the North Fork of the John Day River in Eastern Oregon.|
|In Seattle waiting for a light at 50th and Stone Way, saw this glove a couple of cars away. My camera isn't really up to this shot, but if you click through to the full-size version you can just make out the thumb sticking up.|
|This is at the same spot as LG#1 and LG#2. Hereafter, this location will be known as the Bridge of Lost Gloves.|
|Under the 1-90 overpass along Rainier avenue. (here)
I'm not making any special efforts here to find these gloves, they're just turning up along my normal commute routes.
At this same spot there's a pair of rubber gloves that I'd guess were discarded by a graffiti tagger (the taggers are in a constant give and take on this overpass with the painters from the DOT), but I decided that since they weren't "lost" in the strictest sense of the word they didn't qualify for this series.
On SE 51st Street just before Siemens' driveway.
|This one is just off Gilman Blvd behind the caboose.|