What happened there????
So a few posts ago speculation began as to what could possibly be the reason for the shoe in my above banner pic.
Tracy began the musing when she asked if the shoe belonged to me or not (which it didn`t btw) and we both wondered how on earth someone can manage to lose a single shoe, especially on a pebbly beach.
In fact you can be almost guaranteed that when you go walking somewhere you will spot a random shoe somewhere. Recently it has become popular in our town to see them dangling from the powerlines??
So Fog came up with some wonderful theories on the possibility of this shoe...
Can you come up with any reason why this random shoe was left on the beach? What the story is behind it? Who was it`s owner?
And can you stop giggling at the thought of some poor soul dangling upsidedown from the sky of The Land of Inner Earth???
Tracy began the musing when she asked if the shoe belonged to me or not (which it didn`t btw) and we both wondered how on earth someone can manage to lose a single shoe, especially on a pebbly beach.
In fact you can be almost guaranteed that when you go walking somewhere you will spot a random shoe somewhere. Recently it has become popular in our town to see them dangling from the powerlines??
So Fog came up with some wonderful theories on the possibility of this shoe...
...maybe the shoe belonged to someone who drowned?
ahhaaaa!! now murder mystery.
ahhaaaa!! now murder mystery.
Oh! And....the shoe...sorry...I'm like an old record that has hit a rut and keeps repeating...BUT...
what if the shoe is still attached..and the person is actually embedded in the pebbles, head first, maybe having fallen out of an ultra light aircraft (those dangerous open things that seat one person), and is not dead, but semi conscious...in a dreamscape...then to be found...awoken...rescued by you...then wakes up, in bed!
The phone rings, you grogily answer it, to hear an excessively cheery loud voice for seven am;
"You WON! A day trip in an ultra..."
what if the shoe is still attached..and the person is actually embedded in the pebbles, head first, maybe having fallen out of an ultra light aircraft (those dangerous open things that seat one person), and is not dead, but semi conscious...in a dreamscape...then to be found...awoken...rescued by you...then wakes up, in bed!
The phone rings, you grogily answer it, to hear an excessively cheery loud voice for seven am;
"You WON! A day trip in an ultra..."
Can you come up with any reason why this random shoe was left on the beach? What the story is behind it? Who was it`s owner?
And can you stop giggling at the thought of some poor soul dangling upsidedown from the sky of The Land of Inner Earth???
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
(Part 1)
He was always known to be a 'practical joker', but this time, he was going to go too far!
Police were investigating a local murder on the beach; the dead man had been found, missing a shoe. The radio announcer promised “More details, as they come to hand.”
Gerald Swizzle-Stype yelled out loud, "AHH HA! So! A missing shoe, eh? I can have fun with that!" Off he then lurched, down the uneven stone path to his old garden shed, the 'DreamWorks' of his dastardly jokes.
He was always stumbling as he walked; being born with one leg slightly shorter than the other, he found that, wearing a normal shoe on his left foot and a woman's high heel stiletto on the right gave him a better sense of balance, yet attracted a lot of unwanted attention and comments.
It was thought that this may have contributed to his sometimes devilish practical humour.
Across the other side of the sleepy little hamlet was a once grand Manor House, “Hi Jinks.” Now dilapidated, peeling and leaking; the sagging façade of a once proud Edwardian family, now betraying the decaying carcass of a dynasty in its death throws.
Within its moth eaten and musty rooms, resided the last descendant of a long line of peerage, whose family's main claim to fame was, apathy and indolence.
The house still had a butler and a cook. Neither was much good at their jobs anymore, age having eroded their senses. The Manor had become their retirement home and the quality of care decreased with each year's passing.
The "Lord of the Manor" was a most peculiar man, tall and stooped, grey matted hair falling down his shoulders, like the stuffing from a ruined mattress, his pin striped suit hadn't been cleaned for years, and he slept in it. He owned thirty suits; he just couldn't be bothered entering the dressing room anymore.
He bathed once a week in winter, twice in summer. A quick face wipe sufficed between ‘major’ ablutions. He had no teeth. He had one redeeming feature, of sorts; he was an artist of unique interest, but little money.
The great "Single Shoe Artiste", Franz Lather-Shoal, was captivated by the news story in the paper that morning. Upon reading the article, he immediately raced off to his studio to make yet another gigantic shoe sculpture.
The large unruly and unkempt grounds of his family ancestral home were dotted with his work. Giant ten to fifteen foot high shoes, an eclectic mixture; a purple high heel here, a golden sandal there.
The really odd thing was, he only ever made one, never a pair, and hence the reaction he had when he read the story of the dead man with one shoe.
Some old time family acquaintances, (he normally discouraged social interaction), often hypothesised on why only one shoe?
No one ever came up with a satisfactory answer, that is, until today!
Franz Lather-Shoal was also predisposed to sleep walking and disturbingly vivid dreams, particularly after eating Cook’s 'mushroom and offal hotpot' for dinner.
Last night, was hotpot night.
(End Part 1)
(copyright fog 2008)
Coffee Quip
Of course that does sound like the weekend beach crowd too; well it's a conspiracy any way you view this incident.
The CIA is stealing designer footwear for GWB in anticipation of his planned visit with someone impotent I'm sure.
Raven
Kalikapsychosis
And lets never forget the kid that gets picked on. They steal his shoes and chuck em up there for fun.
Most realistically, Id say the guy was wandering on the beach late, the sun just gone down. He'd been losing that sole for weeks see, it was always tripping him up, everywhere he went. It would even stay put for awhile, making him believe that it was still a whole shoe. Then, just when he'd least expect it, it would flap, getting caught against the ground and almost causing him to face plant on the hard ground. Sometimes, he'd even tried to tape it back up, but the pressures of walking soon had it flapping again.
And when he had a moment, like the very few times he'd actually had enough change to wait for the bus, he'd watch them walking past, all these people with good shoes and dry feet, and he'd wish, and feel jealousy, because he knew, he'd never be able to afford new shoes. It just wasnt priority, no matter how much he needed them, he needed to eat first. pay for his crappy shelter.
And one night, after another failed job interview and a fight with his girlfriend he didnt want to go home. He didnt want to scrounge in his pockets for change for the bus (that he'd feel guilty about using anyway) he didnt want to walk home on his crappy shoe that let the water in and tripped him up. He decided to take a wander on the beach.
He really felt beaches and beautiful places like that werent for people like him - they were for light carefree people who actually had the money for enjoying them properly. He even felt bad enjoying the trees in the nicer parts of town. They werent grown for him, after all.
But with a fixiated stubborness he plowed across the pebbles hearing the 'shush' of the waves, the strange clinking and nocking sounds that are heard around water. Gulls crying as they tied up the ends of their daily business. The air was fresh and the feel of it invigorating, he drank in the view and the purity of it feeling something inside lift and release, creaking like a rusty gate as it opened.
WHAP! He hit the ground face first. The sole had caught again and he hadnt been ready for it. He sat up, tears burning his eyes as he though about how unfair the world was. In fury, he tore the sole from the shoe - it came fairly easily, as it was already half off. He hurled it in satisfaction. So he had half a shoe. So what. At least it wouldnt be tripping him up all the time.
He sat and cried for awhile. The shushing of the waves and the sweet sounds of the waves lapping on rock sang along with his tears and soon he realized it was dark- he could only barely see the beauty around him and it was getting cold. The stones were hurting his butt.
Putting his foot down was a shock - what was left of the sole was a lot thinnner than he'd first thought. He could feel the sharp rocks through it.
Ah well, it was better than being tripped up, this would do for now.....Until he found another pair of shoes.
Coffee Quip
Kalikapsychosis
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
That`s brilliant! I LOVE IT! You have to carry it on please... please...please....!!!!! Make it a series on your blog, I will link it here to your blog!
The names are classic and this:
just cracks me up.... I can just imagine it!
Thanks for such a great entry!
ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
hahahahahahaha!
All these theories are brilliant... best I keep the light on for fear one of these one legged body snatchers may come around....
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
that`s great - i could feel the emotion in there and now I want to know the rest of the story... where does he come from? what does he do? where is he going?
Brilliant piece of writing K
Ash
Kalikapsychosis
Whats really bugging me though - what is the fluero green thing that looks like a jelly snake?
Coffee Quip
What I want to know is who threw the old brick?
And does anyone want the day old sandwich in the distant background? Just under the shape shifting uwfo . . .
Kalikapsychosis
Id seen the yellow stuff - thought it was packaging of some kind, and the old brick I thought was a rock but now I see the holes.....But Id be buggered if I could see the sandwich!
Two more bones to chew on....
How gorgeous is that beach - every last rock is gorgeous, unique, and the view! And its littered up like that....
Now lets all imagine Ash on her belly, uncomfortably worming along on those pionty rocks clicking away....
Coffee Quip
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
There were these bits of plastic string (or various flavoured lolly/licorice... which ever you choose!) all over the beach. It was a real surfers beach so I`m thinking it used to be bits of surf boards or boogie boards.
I have also REALLY been looking for the sandwich... and I reckon that it has been beamed up into another portal.
This beach was incredible. On the west coast of Ireland at a place called Achill Island with these really rugged cliffs, you can`t see them properly in this pic but they were amazing! And the sea was so calm and sparkly, reflecting the early morning sun - it was a PERFECT day!
I reckon the shoe belongs to a surfer who was wearing reef shoes and got a bit tipsy on the potcheen (irish moonshine) one night and decided to got for a moonlit surf. Unbeknown to him it was the night of the Moonlit Leprechaun Festival where all the Leprechauns whirl the clouds into a frenzy and whip the sea into a bubbling, foaming mass. He got caught up in it all and was dashed onto the beach and covered by the pebbles as they washed back onto shore. All that remains are the bits and pieces of his surfboard string and one lonely shoe!
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Hey Raven - that would be cool to paint the rocks! i will have to dig out some other photos of the pebbly beach in Brighton and some more of this beach too. There is something about them I agree!
Kalikapsychosis
Now I have to see a pebbly beach in a storm Ash, that sounds amazing!
Coffee Quip
When I would go to check out sites for dredging in gold country, I'd try to visit during the spring run off, because if you can hear the rocks being tumbled down stream, it was a great indicator that there had been sufficient water flow to replenish the gold in previously worked areas.
A whole beach that sings during a storm; that'd just have to be a remarkable symphony Ash.
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
/seriously/ it was washed up from the little mermaids secret underwater cave, I know because a dwarf told me so, yesterday.
Memo to self : Stop watching Disney movies with youngest daughter ... they are enchanting though, aren't they?
Almost as good as Fog's response, but not quite LM (E)ars Off..
Make that four for 'rock fascination' appreciation group therapy.
Love ya!
Lilla ...
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
Hey does anyone have an idea of the size of it after running it through digital enhancement programme 101 ... may offer a clue?
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
glad you liked my "part 1" of "The Shoe", and no worries, I will keep posting the serial here, as it relates to the picture and whatnot!' Besides, usually when I go to great trouble to write a long serialised wrok, even though humorous, hardly anyone reads it!! hehe!
cheers
OH!.. and I promise I will continue, but have had a lot on my plate, with mumsy coming back from the USA yesterday and pugsy being off colour and me, well, what can I say, but "get a net and a straight jecket!", and my nephew is coming up tomorrow, so are my cousins...and the sky might fall...there!
There... that should do it for excuses for the moment!!
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
imagine if you will standing on a beach with your eyes closed.
The light is slowly fading from the sky.... you are passed the beautiful stage which would distract you.
A wind, brisk and chill, whips up from the surf - there are no islands here to protect you, just open sea, and behind you sheer cliffs which offer nothing more than to channel the wind up behind you.
Your eyes are closed.
your skin prickles against the wind.
And then you hear the sound.
wooooossssssssssssshhhhhhhh
and then a giant inhale
and
wwwwoooooooooooooooooossssshh hhhh
again.
It`s a sound that feels like a thousand fingers are massaging your skin seductively..... quickly.... calmly... deeply... and every stress from your body is being buffeted out
It sounds like a thousand whispers in your ear, telling you the most exciting secret on earth that will make your skin prickle
It sounds like nothing you have ever heard before, because every inhale sounds completely different to the next.
It`s the place to go where you need complete silence but at the same time a deafening sound to drown out your deepest of fears... if that make sense!
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
wow that`s cool Raven. I once heard a recording of pebbles underwater during a show of salmon swimming upstream and it sounded awesome.
I can just imagine you walking in the middle of Alaska in all that beauty ('Into the wild" did big things for me although I know it outraged a lot of Alaskans) and listening to the cluck, cluck, clucking of mother nature, as I would imagine those rocks to sound!
your picture of the waves crashing on the rocks of the lighthouse still remain vivid in my minds eye
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
look Lilla, can you tell me when this occurs because I have no one to watch cartoons with now that I`m back in aus ... not that it bothers me but sometimes it`s nice to be a kid with someone else
In the Uk I had my Godkids to watch the Disney channel with to our hearts content and boy did we enjoy it! Have you seen Manny? ahhhh that`s my Goddaughters favourite... we has many mornings watching it together!
all are welcome!
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
ah don`t worry Fog... I`d be talking to myself and watching paint dry if it werent for you guys
hhhhmmmmm all those excuses.... i mean what is more important ORBLE or FAMILY FROM OVERSEAS???? you can see how many posts I had and how much I was around Orble when I was OVERSEAS with FAMILY... note the two combined please.... you should be able to do at least 2 posts a month!
Lookig forward to the rest of your story... it was classic! the names were brilliant!!!
PS HI PUGS XXXXXX
Kalikapsychosis
No one should ever stop watching Disney movies! Ive been having a serious yen for 'Sleeping Beauty' and I was thinking of watching 'Tarzan' tonight. Disney movies always make me cry, seriously, and I get goosebumps. They are so inspiring.
Does anyone know where we can get the old WB cartoons on DVD? Im amazed that kids of today are denied Wile E Coyote.
From The Home Front
Enviro Warrior
Dream Herald
Esoteric Bookshop
Perhaps it would be easier to ask me which one I havent watched?
Kleo,
You can get these WB compilation DVDs now all entitled Looney Tunes Vol 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,...10,, and so on ... *chuckle* all the old favourites, some themed, some just as we first saw them on Saturday mornings and long rainy Sunday afternoons in front of the magical box... when TV was TV, and Smoking was everything, and we were groovin with our friends ... (sing along) ... aaahh totally random cartoons. (said in Homer type drool).thats Homer Simpson, not Joyce
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
ahhhh fellow Disney lovers UNITE! I hope you are both going to see Kung Fu Panda - cartoons and Jack Black... wooo hoo what a combination! It used to be our treat when we were kids that every year when the new Disney cartoon came out on Video... yes VIDEO... we would be bought it so we had the whole collection.
And then you get the old Disney movies - one of my all time favourites was 'The Apple Dumpling Gang' - gosh they just don`t make wholesome stuff anymore hey???
I used to LOVE Saturday morning cartoons - we also had Road Runner - must have been an international thing?
Ewoks, Gummi Bears, Smurfs, something else with a Wizard... I can`t think of the name now... Duck Tales.
OH CHECK THIS OUT!!!! WOOOO HOOOO CLICK HERE - you can watch all the WB cartoons online... I`m hooked all over again. Bring on this... now to find a few hours a week to catch up!
Movies and Life
Thanks for the mention, Ash!
Tracy
Infognito
Screen Trek
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Am going to write another installment of The Shoe today...I hope...hehe!
fog
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Good to see you both and looking forward to each of your posts!
Ash
Infognito
Screen Trek
QUOTE ME NO QUOTES!
ummm sorry, got entangled in HUGE family crisis crap, but all is sailing calmer now... so.... drum roll... I'll try and post my next installment tomorrow... maybe... ummm..
cheers
fog
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Mrs M
Killer Beats
Ramble On
Hipnotherapy
I loved this post! So many thoughtful and creative comments!
Loved this: And can you stop giggling at the thought of some poor soul dangling upsidedown from the sky of The Land of Inner Earth???
I will never see another errant shoe again without thinking of that!
Mis
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
Sorry it`s taken to long to reply you! I`m off to peruse your halls shortly and catch up on what`s happening in Fogland
Ash x
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
hahaha! well i must admit I`ve never photographes dog shit before... but it could present some interesting results. May need the zoom lens for that one
Ash
Australian Traveller
Flashes of memories
hahahaha! I know what you mean! I think about this topsy-turvey new world whenever I see a random shoe too!
There have been some great responses I have to agree. Will have to dig out some more photos - it was fun!
Ash