There is something forlorn about these white shoes, not the least of which is the way they have been placed, gently, in a pile by the side of the road.
If only they had waited until Memorial Day Weekend!!!!
I couldn’t quite bring myself to wander into a stranger’s yard, even to dig through their cast offs. It felt awkward enough to stare, let alone photograph, but I put on my *Patti Smith persona and here we are, staring at someone’s shoes.
They meant something once, didn’t they? A special occasion: wedding, prom dance, vacation to Italy (not very practical that last thought), who knows.
Had I been a little more daring, we might have discovered who made these, had some clue as to when these were made. More fun to guess, though: circa early 1980’s slingback high-heeled sandals?
On Wednesday morning the big blue truck came through and took everything away.
It’s only later, when I’ve uploaded the photograph, that I notice the brown sandals resting underneath the white shoes. They look sturdy, sensible. An appropriate guide for the Big Trip. I wish them Bon Voyage.
* Just finished reading M Train.