Sometimes I wonder ... Far from any human habitation, I see one (1) shoe on the side of the highway. A book, open on a stump where the reader left it. Deep in the woods, tossed far off the trail, a juice bottle. (Grrrrr! You brought it in; haul it out, would you?)
Or a shoe growing moss, tied to an overhead branch beside a trail.
|And did the owner hop out on the other foot?|
The book and bottle, from posts long ago:
|Oyster Bay, July 2017|
|Lake Hoomak, January 2019|
Why do people toss shoes over wires and branches? Apparently, reasons are a dime a dozen. Wikipedia lists some of them. Take your pick.
- El zapato. Se ha de entender que el dueño se fue a casa a brinquitos.
- El dicho libro. Foto de junio de 2017, en Oyster Bay.
- La botella. Foto de enero de 2019, cerca del lago Hoomak.