5 pairs of Red Shoes
Lets do the numbers; 1 pair of boots, 1 pair of high heels, 2 pairs of athletic shoes, 3 pairs of shoes with laces, 5 pairs of red shoes, 10 single shoes.
“Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.”
— Marilyn Monroe“Though I’m grateful for the blessings of wealth, it hasn’t changed who I am. My feet are still on the ground. I’m just wearing better shoes.”
– Oprah Winfrey
“Water, thou hast no taste, no color, no odor; canst not be defined, art relished while ever mysterious.
Not necessary to life, but rather life itself, thou fillest us with a gratification that exceeds the delight of the senses.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
It’s difficult to think about water without considering my natural affinity for it, and where I grew up. Michigan is the “Water Wonderland,” as once proclaimed on license plate when I was a child. It is the Third Coast. Almost half of the State is comprised water. Stand anywhere in the State and you are never more than 6 miles from a stream, or lake. You are always within 90 miles of a Great Lake Coast.
Yet growing up, Summers in Detroit, without access to easy transportation, would frequently simmer by without trips to the beach. We could walk to the Detroit River Boulevard docks, but this was no place for the weak or young to swim. We would find a way to cool ourselves running through the sprinklers, squirt guns and water balloons. During those “dog days” in August, when it seemed impossible to find relief. The fire department would come to our rescue and open a hydrant on the corner near the public school. Water, I’m the only one of my five siblings who has ever learned to swim, snorkel and sailed on both the great lakes and the ocean.
WATER…
Tiny Head Sculpture
I’m hoping to eventually get back to writing. For now I thought I’d post this “sort of” tiny head in response to the “weekly photo challenge.” I’m not sure what I will do with this budding character. Sometimes it’s just about the simple pleasure of pushing my thumbs across that smooth porcelain clay and unearthing a “being,” just beneath the surface. If I drew, you could consider this the equivalent of a doodle.
Barbara Melnik Carson 