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My neighbour was about to trash his old gloves. Luckily his wife thought I could maybe use them in the garden. I love them. Nicely made of leather, I wear them all around. But not in the garden. In this picture I am waiting for the ferry to arrive, looking at my new glove while the sun is playing with them. I like the contrast in this picture and the texture of the concrete road in front of me.
[Jorrit Timmermans]