I like to give names to the shoes I come across. Meet Howard, a boat shoe. Of all my finds, this sole is my absolute favorite. Howard has come to rest in the median of a busy intersection. How long has he been there? I bet it's been quite some time because poor Howard is deeply weathered and old. He looks as though he's growing into the concrete and I can't tell where the median begins and where Howard ends. Are those weeds I see growing in and around him? How has Howard been there for so long seeing as thousands of cars pass by on a weekly basis?
What's Howard's story, I wonder?