The Zen of Unsure Things
You should write a book, called "Failure to Publish." And then publish it.Then you wouldn't be out photographing homeless shoes. Well, you probably would still be doing that.
Wow. That kid was FAST!
I'll publish the book you suggest, Cliff, as long as James doesn't mind if I use his comment on the jacket.
I shall return.
A simpler solution might have been to put each shoe on the correct foot.
Won't even ask for royalties. Notoriety at parties shall be sufficient.
I should post late more often. You guys are snappy.
Mom? Where are my shoes? . . . as we get out of the car 5 hours from home. . .
Those darn aliens! Sucked him right out of his shoes!
Not taken by aliens. Note that the right shoe is on the left. Some lucky soul achieved the lost sixth position of ballet and ascended immediately.
Tennies from Heaven.
I still have a soft spot for my paper calendar. I hope it was a happier-than-not situation that left these shoes behind.
I love the shot, Petrea! A Pasadena Street.
Hahahahahaha!!! This morning has been a great for morning laughs...with this one topping off the morning!!! I'm glad I wasn't drinking my tea as I read the comments!!!
No shoes allowed in the car?
Lulu, I'm using paper AND online. Yikes.
Lauren, it's El Molino at Claremont, facing north toward Washington Park.Good ones, eh, Chieftess?You may have put your finger on it, Hamilton.
If the shoe fits, wear it (with socks).
Or maybe with sock, Karin, it's hard to say.M: Shoeless Joe (two blocks north of) Jackson.
"I can do a mile in under 3 minutes. Wanna see me do it again? ".
ok, that was supposed to have a subscript comment "Especially with shoes on the wrong feet".
This also reminds me of my nephew (~4yrs old) after his grand-Poppa died. He watched the coroner take Poppa John away. He thought about it a minute as the adults all stood there crying. He looked at us and asked "Poppa is gone forever?". We said "Yes Connor, Poppa is never coming back". He said "Oh, OK." Then took off running around like a dragonfly and said "Look, I can go sooooo fast!" as he zipped around the neighborhood. Connor is now 12 and these shoes look like they'd fit him perfectly now.
In case of rapture, these shoes will be unoccupied.
I think your posting late is a good sign: you're so engrossed in other projects you forget to look at the calendar or clock. Maybe you even forget where you left your tennies.
You guys are all wonderful and I won't quit blogging because I can't let you go.
PA, thank you, I love that.
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