Showing off the leftovers from a balloon I found in the woods the other day. I always wonder what happens to all the balloons that are released during celebrations or competitions and don’t get found. This one didn’t win, I guess. I try to pick litter whenever I spend time in nature, but most often, it doesn’t all fit into my pockets, and sooner or later, I have to start looking away.
To find the right light and angle to give an idea of what this piece of litter once was.
The cracking of twigs and leaves beneath my steps and those of deer.
Just grab it somehow and it will arrange in a way that makes sense.