Here is what I came up with.  But I couldn't decide which one I liked better.  What is your pick?

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Desat 

Kirstin and I went on a shoot today in the North Loop neighborhood in Minneapolis. We found remnants of the old wood block roads abutting the cobblestones.  We also found what appear to be one hundred year old shoes and pottery shards in an excavation area for a new building.  Kirstin was weirded out by that.  By the quantity of shoes I suspect it must have been a shoe factory.  The late day light coming through the International Harvester Building was beautiful.

shadowed hand
pink lemonade joy
jeans, feets and sole
incarcerated word

These have been in the back of the closet since the Sixties....time to come out and pose for my next attempt at still life!

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 Stacks with No Purple Haze

they are just a bunch of old shoes i keep in a bag on the top shelf of an unused closet. i don't go there much anymore, but i thought for this assignment i could muster the courage.

these shoes are special to me because every september, since i was six, i would get a new pair.

sometimes, i couldn't wait to go shopping for them and other times i couldn't wait for it to be over.

when i was a teenager, the shoes seemed to take so much from me that i didn't want them anymore. that was when i put them on that shelf in the closet for the first time.

later in life, as i got older, these same shoes began to take on a new meaning for me and i began to see them as tools of my trade. i put them on again and i was able to make a living wearing these shoes.

it wasn't long in the scheme of this thing we call life that i took off  those shoes for the last time. i never wore them again and they sat there in the bag on the shelf in the closet for the longest time patiently waiting for me to find my way back to them.

and then it happened, there came the day when my babies had grown to be little girls of the same age i had been when i recieved my first pair of these special shoes.

i returned to the closest and rescued my shoes from their exiled existance. again they served me well and i taught my children everything i had learned in those shoes.

my babies are grown with babies of their own, and the shoes are back in the bag on the shelf in the closet still waiting patiently for me to return.

maybe this assignment will bring them back one more time to find their way into the heart of another generation.
i want to see youdance again !

...."he who put shoes on light pole walk around barefooted."

The Summer Season Has Died And The New Season Of Color, Autumn Is Here!
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