I’m still fiddling around with the format for these posts. I like the daily walking feet pictures, but haven’t included the other pictures I take during my walks. Overkill, you know. For a while I was writing a little bit about each component of the project, but that was starting to feel forced. Writing a few quick words on the week is what works now. Who knows what I will do next month, or the month after that.
The pictures, by far, are what I love and hate most about the project. They make it difficult for me to walk at night because of course I want the images I post here to look nice. It’s challenging to take a different picture of your feet everyday in a new location. So far, each of my 55 images have been in a different location but mercy, how long is that going to last? There are only so many plants in my neighborhood, so many property lines I can trespass.
I was desperate for both something new to shoot and a new walking route, so one evening I left neighborhood and walked the busy surrounding avenues. My timing was off–I chose evening rush hour–and as I was trying to get a picture of some roses inside a long stretch of planted median instead of continuing across the street, a police officer pulled up right alongside me. I was bent over at the waist taking a picture of my feet, because the indignity of being approached from behind in compression leggings wasn’t enough to crush my ego like a clod of dirt between a farmer’s fingers. No, I had to greet the officer like a cat in heat.
I saw him out of the corner of my eye and as he rolled to a stop I did the first thing that popped into my head: I pretended to have a muscle cramp and then proceeded to perform elaborate leg stretches. He left after that and whether he did so because was convinced, embarrassed, or apathetic is of no concern to me. I considered myself lucky and scurried across the street. That’s how I found the memorial. I’ll never forget it, but not because the woman in question knew how to keep an orange.
How ‘I love Lucy’ of you! Hilarious. Bending over in public isn’t illegal, is it?
In my case, it probably should be. ;) I also shouldn’t have been walking around in a median during rush hour. I’m sure it was a little distracting to passerbys!
Such funny stories – what would you have written about today if you hadn’t started walking?
I shudder to even think about it.
You made me laugh! I like the brief mention. It’s inspiring because who really makes lasting change from a resolution?
Ps- A Light Between Oceans. I know you cant buy books for a few more weeks, but this has got to be on your must read after Easter list.
A Light Between Oceans was actually almost a book club pick. It was between that and Gone Girl. I had both in my hands and went for Gone Girl. I will pick it up, thanks!
I love that story! It’s totally something I would have done :)
It’s so nice to see flowers blooming somewhere! Here in the Midwest, all I seem to see lately is mud and ice…and more mud.
Have a great week!
You are very funny. Think that the most awkward of situations turn into the best of stories :)
I’ve been having the same challenge with the night time photos (it is often the only time I can get out, between work, making dinner, conflicting schedules…the list goes on), and because of this, have missed a couple of nights the last few days (not the walking, just the photo taking). It has been pouring rain, and dark, and miserable – so just getting out on the walks has been the focus. Camera in hand, searching the same pathways for new photos. Can’t wait for spring and the longer days.
There will be other opportunities for photos, things that will be new, and changes that will happen to both your shoes and the environment that surrounds you.
LOL. So maybe he rolled up at not the best time… but, it’s nice to know he’s doing his job and making sure you’re okay!!!
Oh goodness – THAT is funny!!
Oh, I’d love to see photos of your mind and/or soul sometime ;)