As the snow melts, things lost re-emerge. You’d think, the weather being the way it has been this past winter, people would keep their gloves or mittens on and notice if they drop one. Not so, it seems. I took all but two of these photos within a few streets of my home in Gothenburg, and all but one in the last few weeks.
He Wishes for a Sinecure
Poem playing with the word sinecure meaning: A position that requires no work but still gives an ample payment.