I love shoes. One of my favorites is a pair of purple-soled Kensies I’d purchased for my first trip to Europe several years ago. I happened to be wearing those this afternoon when I decided to take the long way home from work with my Nikon. If they’re good enough for Rue de Paris, they’re good enough for Larrabee State Park, right?
If I’d stuck to the trail, perhaps.
I spotted a musician perched on a boulder, overlooking the water with his guitar. And what was I supposed to do? Walk barefoot over the rocks to get to him? And after I’d finished photographing him, was I supposed to ignore the girl who found the starfish on the rocky beach below?
Thank God I have great balance.
I think the moral to this story is to always keep a change of shoes in the car. The sun actually does come out in the Pacific Northwest on occasion – one must be prepared!