Dilemma

I am moving soon and, as with all moves, I ponder what to take with me and what I can best live without. A problem has arisen, though, which gives me pause.

I have become resigned to the fact that there is a sizeable toad who has taken up residence in the left shoe of my LLBean all weather clogs which I keep in the garage. He is quite comfy there and I've been content to let him stay; however, I'm moving the shoes with me!

Do I take the toad with me so he can stay in his cozy home but risk his ultimate shock with his new location or do I leave him behind in a familiar setting and force him to find a new home?

What to do, what to do...

New Red Shoes

"Red Sandals" - enhanced digital photo

I'm not sure when my obsession began with red shoes. Like most of my obsessions (right, like I have so many) the idea crept upon me slowly and was just a suggestion in the back of my mind, incubating in my subconscious. And then, one day, it just sprung on me! Although I talk about red shoes a lot, this pair of sandals is only the third pair of crimson footwear to make it to my collection. But... you can be sure there will be others! ;-)

Procrastination

The good thing about an artist is that they see the world in such an interesting way. The bad thing about an artist is that they see the world in such an interesting way. This ability to see "more" often leads to time lost. The shoe rack which I so proudly installed in my closet 10 months ago has come undone under the weight of my footgear. In disgust, I tossed the resulting mess into the middle of the floor and then couldn't help but photograph it. 

Then, I just had to turn the photograph into interesting artistic images. And, of course, I had to tell the rest of the world about it.

As a result, time has passed, but the shoes are still in a big pile in the middle of the floor of my bedroom. But don't you just love the way the reflective materials in some of my walking shoes captured and returned the flash? I guess this is just another way to stop and smell the roses. (No, I didn't actually "smell" the shoes.)

Maybe tomorrow I'll have the problem fixed.