Every winter, in a residential town, I often see “otoshimono” (stuff accidentally dropped) like those in the photos. The majority are tiny accessories for kids, like a glove, scarf, and hat the size of my fist. A mom rushes away without noticing the item her baby in the stroller has dropped, and someone picks it up and leaves it on the guard rail like this so the mom will see it when she comes back, and no one will trample or, hopefully, steal it before that. And “pickers” apply the same theory to otoshimono that obviously belong to adults (2nd photo). I haven’t dropped any of my winter accessories. But, once a careless person who constantly wasted precious hours of life looking for things lost, I imagine how the “droppers” feel when they find their lost items sitting by the road like this. This is the kind of moment I renew my awareness I don’t have to do anything “big” to help save the world. Just do little things in daily life. That should be enough. #tokyo #japan #lostthings #winterinjapan #winterintokyo #photoessay #essay https://www.instagram.com/p/Buipk8OHA_V/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=19eczbb1jkqik
