There's an interesting phenomenon going on with this. When someone finds a single mitten or glove, they seem to place it on the nearest post they find. The result is many many lost mittens sitting atop poles. (I even found one in the branches of a tall tree.)
All of these wayward mittens made me wonder about the people who'd dropped them. What was happening the moment they accidentally set their mittens free?
My sister, Alison Barber started a program called Mittens for Kittens at the wonderful Stirling-Rawdon Public Library, when she worked as their children's librarian. Mittens for Kittens, collects donations of mittens and distributes them to those in need of warm fingers.
On my latest mitten-photographing expedition, I was accompanied by my wee buddy, Charlotte, who provided me with this photo...