10 Feb

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"Pick a hand,"  he says.  He holds two fists outstretched before him, the third time he's done this in as many weeks. "What are you doing?" I ask him, "It's not my birthday yet!" "It's a Valentine," he says. "It's not Valentine's Day yet either!" I laugh. "Pre-Valentine's then!  Pick a hand!" And I laugh again because this is also the third time we've had this same conversation in as many weeks. Obligingly, I pick a hand.

23 Jan

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Maybe I'll leave the ghosts alone and just focus on barns.  Easier to sleep at night :) I took this shot from the side of the road, snug inside my car (gotta love a 300mm zoom, even if it is a little on the crap side)...

22 Jan

Posted at 22:27h in project365
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I spent a few hours today, rummaging around on the interwebz trying to figure out the meaning behind a 'shoe tree'.  No, not those cedar thingies you stick in your shoes (although I learned about those too along the way). This ...

shoe tree

Ummmm ... make that shoe treeS - plural.  And well on the way to becoming a forest from the looks of things.

Over the years, I've driven past this spot too many times to count.  And always wondered about it.  Why in the world are all of these shoes nailed to the trees?  What does it mean?  Does it mean anything at all?

I haven't got a clue.  And it's not for lack of trying, believe me.

My fourteen year old tells me a young girl died there, and I found this a little ways in ...