Jen-Zen and the One Shoe Diaries

Dharma of Lost Shoes

Photo Credits: Randy Hamilton, Photographer

Never staged or studio altered, the lost shoes are photographed as they appear. A throwback to precomputer generated images, before reality and virtual reality vied for attention. The forgotten shoes are everywhere: littering the side of the highway, floating in the tide, going upstream with the Salmon, or occupying a field like a dead body, discarded and left to rot.

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Brad's Shoe Dream

Faceless people wearing gray zoomed up and down
sidewalks.

A door opened, pulling him inside. A towering mound
of mismatched shoes stood in the center of a room. Trying
on one shoe after the other… none fit.
00:00 flashed in blue neon on his watch.
He stepped outside.

A car slammed on its breaks. Looking inside the
window, a faceless woman wore a gray dress. Dark hair
cascaded down her back. She touched her hair, tugging at
its roots. A wig came off, revealing shoulder-length, pale
blonde hair. Pulling at her hair strands of red ringlets,
they brushed against her neck.
He said, “Why the disguise?”
Bubbles floated all around him.
“I know it’s you.”