There's something undefinably cool about finding discarded letters, photos, poems, etc. lying in the street. Each is a lens into a stranger's life, a tiny piece of a much larger picture, and a source of conjecture and storytelling. For the last several months, I've kept my eyes open when walking about, looking to spot such things. When I do, I pick them up, scan them, and present them here, in the Gallery of Found Things.