abandoned...

abandoned...

and broken...Why do I find it all so beautiful?
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I can't help but take pictures of "weird things" (according to JJ). About three weeks ago, we were on the freeway and I saw an abandoned shoe on the side. It looked so sad and beautiful with its laces undone and so alone. I saw the image in my head: the solitary shoe, painted yellow line, and a center divider. It was perfect. We were stuck in traffic, so I hurriedly grabbed for my camera and told JJ to go slowly. Of course he speeds up and I miss the shot. I can still visualize the image in my head and I guess that's where it'll remain.

I wonder what happened to the other shoe.