One night shortly after I moved to Roswell back in 2013, I went for an evening walk along north Main Street. Being a main drag, plenty of cars passed me by, and being summer, it was still quite warm, around 90 degrees. About halfway through my walk, I found a rusted metal object that had been painted turquoise:
I didn't know what it was, partially because it was a fragment of something, but the colors and textures intrigued me, so I brought it home. I'm sure at one point I thought about doing something with this, but I never did. Eventually I discarded the object, but I still have the sketch from that strange but creative night.