Schoos

I'm feeling left out. All the cool kids are talking about shoes. Me? I've got this:
photo of shall we say worn jogging shoes in front of a rather nice insectivorous Sarracenia plant
The reddish tinge is mud that never quite came out after hiking in New Caledonia a few years ago. That red dirt is something else. Folks from Oklahoma and Western Australia can tell you about it, too. I've washed those shoes. Honest. Several times.

Alternatively, I suppose I could buy a new pair. . . . Nah. The uppers are still attached to the unders. (Well, maybe just barely on that left shoe, but it's the thought that counts.) These have years left in them. Years, I tell you.



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