You've seen them, they're everywhere - in the best neighborhoods, in the poorest neighborhoods . . . forever traveling solo, abandoned by the side of the road. How do they usually become separated from their mirror twin? How do they manage to hang from overhead wires, the lucky ones, discarded with their mates - hanging by a shoelace, evenly divided?
Untouched and unmoved - this is exactly how I find them and how I leave them. Aren't they fun?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Stoned near Machiasport, Maine
Fallen in the stones and gravel beside the road, this unmarked grey athletic shoe (size 8) waits with outstretched laces . . .
Fallen in the stones and gravel beside the road, this unmarked grey athletic shoe (size 8) waits with outstretched laces . . .
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