Walking home the other night, I saw this:
I take about 30 steps forward, and I see this:
At this point, I’m thinking that I might go back and take a picture of the two broken umbrellas, as it’s a pretty unusual sight to see. Then I take about 80 steps forward (I went back and counted), and saw this:
Can you make that one out? Here’s a closer view:
At this point, I’ve gone back, taken photos, and am pretty satisfied with what I’ve discovered. Then I see THIS:
I’m not sure if these fit into the Lonely Sock category, since there’s a sense of community here somehow. I do know that this whole experience was kind of incredibly, impossibly sad and sort of bizarrely beautiful.