Random pieces of paper collected on a walk in the neighborhood. Discarded paper always seems to me like precious artifacts of an unknown life. It's fun to imagine what importance these pieces of paper held to their previous owners and what misadventures occurred for them to get lost.
“Travel to the edge of anything and the path becomes much more seductive than the noted destination.” Collecting and collaging is the fun part. Finding the connections among the pieces (they are there, or at least can be imagined) is the breaking away from process.