Abandoned Red Shoe. Now an art object. A found construction. A not so subtle reference to the disposable economy. The start or end of a story?

 I was walking briskly. Walking with purpose. Playing with Mario Street Kart diligence in the crosswalks. Paying attention to pedestrian traffic signals. Dodging the perennially unobservant drivers. And then I saw the red shoe lying in the middle of the middle of the street. I looked left and right and then stepped out to make a quick shot. I wonder who lost it? And under what circumstances? And what happened to its partner shoe? And whether the previous owner had to hop home on one foot after a late night of partying? And why no one had come back to claim such a glorious shoe?

I can't know any of these things but I know when I'm having an Eggleston Moment with my camera. Here is my "Suburban Tricycle" writ large. 

I exhaled with great satisfaction and headed over to Medici Coffee a few blocks away, on the drag across from the UT campus, and celebrated with a cappuccino. The counter help asked if I wanted to have my coffee in a ceramic cup or if I needed it "to go." I replied that while I did want it in a paper cup I was looking forward to savoring it there. They laughed. Sometimes questions feel too automatic. 

Image above, on a sure glide path to a major museum, was taken with my old, crusty Leica Q2. Cropped in camera to a 75mm equivalent. Jpeg. Vivid. All done.