She saves it, thinking the owner might use the frame or be able to collect some insurance on them if the damaged article can be presented. Most the rest we see is now trash . We decide to split to cover more ground. I find many inside out umbrellas and start uprighting trash cans and putting the umbrellas in them. I have developed a fear that these assemblages of wire and sharp edges might get caught in the wind and be blown against someone.
Life seems very untrustworthy right now.
I continue searching. On impulse I try it in the frame we found earlier. It fits perfectly. It was over seventy feet from the spot we found the frames. Back at the artists tent , they are packing up to leave.