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Tut-Tut
Marstons Mills, MA

This little kid's boot was
found in the roundabout
near the airport in
Marstons Mills on June 18.
Two weeks later, I was
again traveling down Route
149 and saw that the little
Lost Sole had disappeared.
But a mile or so down the
road, I found it again...

...or so I thought.
On closer inspection, with
the aid of my trusty
husband (who can, unlike
the author, tell left from
right without visual aids
such as holding up each
hand with the thumb
extended perpendicular to
the index finger to see
which one forms an "L" ), I
determined that I had not
found a Lost Sole moved,
but had located instead, a
Lost Sole's partner.
Will they ever meet again?

Yellow Man
Sagamore Rotary, MA

Soon, the Sagamore
Rotary will be no more. No
more death spiral approach
to the Sagamore Bridge, no
more racing tourists from
Connecticut and New York
to get to the bridge first, no
more take a deep breath
and pray they don't hit you
close calls.
It's the end of an era, and
that's not necessarily a bad
thing.

Garden State
Sagamore Rotary, MA

It's unusual to find two
different shoes at the same
time, but on June 18,
2006, the Lost Sole Gods
were smiling on me.
After walking around the
rotary to capture Yellow
Man, I was walking back to
my car and nearly tripped
over this rubber gardening
clog.
I burst into laughter when
I saw it, and then looked
up and saw this man
watching me. For a
moment, I became acutely
aware of how ridiculous I
looked standing in the
middle of the street taking
a picture of a shoe.
But I guess I'm used to
looking ridiculous, so
there's that.

Wee Swimmer
Amherst, NH

Yes, I have alien toes, but I
decided to bare them in
order to give this wee water
shoe a bit of perspective.
There's no limit to the
sacrifices I'll make for the
sake of my art.

In the Jungle
Plymouth, MA

They can run, but they
can't hide. I can now spot a
Lost Sole in tall grass
while traveling at a speed
of 50 miles per hour (me,
not the shoe).

Night Moves
Hyannis, MA

Michellie
Sandwich, MA

I saw this shoe while
driving a friend to a
doctor's appointment. It's
just a cheap, vinyl, Payless
number, but it appeared
while I was in the company
of greatness.
By sacrificing her own
freedom, Michellie
succeeded in bringing a
beautiful new soul into the
world.
All children should be so
lucky to have a mom like
her.

Miss Mossy
Yarmouth Port, MA

She looks like she belongs
here, on the side of the
road, resting among the
leaves and grass. She's the
color of moss and bears the
same texture. Perhaps
she'll simply melt into the
earth and slowly transform
into the olive swatch of
moss she so closely
resembles anyway.