
A single ladies blue flip flop sandal found at a gravel pull-out in the National Park - ready to admire the Great Teton Mountains of Wyoming.
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?
Camp Mansfield at Ny London in Svalbard (Norway) is now rubble and ruins. Among the rust near an old stove, lies what is left of a Lost Sole - just the flat leather sole with barely visible stitching holes around its edges. Camp Mansfield was built decades ago to mine marble, then abandonded when the quality of the marble was so bad, it crumbled like limestone.
Not lost actually, but my pair of Nike athletic shoes have made it to the end of their very long road trip this morning. Today in Gila Bend, Arizona - was the last day of a 5 month driving trip across, around and through the US and Canada - from San Diego to Desolation Sound, B.C., Canada to Eastport, Maine to the bayous of Louisiana and back to San Diego - a 19,640 mile jeep journey with just about as many digital photos taken . . . and this pair of Nike's smelling more and more each day until my socks at night would reek of old sneaker odor.
Location: Lake Shasta, CA. I found this lost sole (a blue flip flop), horribly dried and cracked - high above the present water line that is now currently 137 ft below crest. Marinas have moved, boat rentals have gone out of business. Lake Shasta is rimmed with old exposed mud. Gone are the forests of trees that dipped into the water's edge.
Location: on a narrow farm road about 1/2 mile from the center of Taos, New Mexico
Location: And nailed two posts away, perhaps starting a Fence-of-Soles . . .
Location: 22 miles into the steep rugged mountains behind Loreto, Baja, Mexico - one of the first California missions finished in 1759. The journey up the steep, narrow, unpaved and unbarricaded rocky road passed too many Mexican death shrines with rusted auto hulks, hundreds of feet below.
Location: the Long's Drugs parking lot, Martinez, California
Location: Driving on a new street in a new San Diego neighborhood, looking for a new library - at the intersection of Research and Judiciary Drives - wouldn't you think someone could keep their soles together?
Location: In the dimly lit underground Metro station beneath Dupont Circle in Washington, D.C. - laying on the pebbly grey grime that accumulates under the waiting platform and beside the tracks -
Condition: A well cared for but worn men's black, left flip flop sandal - foot imprint toe and heel - black and yellow straps.