Not me! Clara!

When I saw Clara she could only say a few words. “da da da da!” “Where ee go?” And “Shoes!”

No shoe is safe. She wears them, arranges them, brings them to you, leaves them out on the back deck. At the water park she approached a total stranger because she had a pair of pink shoes lying on the concrete in front of her, probably her daughter’s. Clara dipped her head to her knees to look up into the face of the woman and when she got her attention said, “shoes?” She then proceeded to put them on and fashion show them up and down the concrete unaware of the whispered “Sorry!” and “That’s ok!” the mom’s exchanged.

These photos are in homage to her obsession.

My shoes.

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Grampa’s shoes.

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Gramma’s shoes.

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Jenny’s shoes.

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My shoes again.

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