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?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Ready to Tango in Chula Vista
Tan and tall in the weeds, this is the exact position I found a Jolie Victoria lost sole when I walked through a field of dusty dying daisies.
Tan and tall in the weeds, this is the exact position I found a Jolie Victoria lost sole when I walked through a field of dusty dying daisies.
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