Last Saturday, I went for a walk and photo safari with my buddy L. Right where the trail dipped into the woods, by the side of the state forest road we found two perfectly good men’s wool socks lying in the grass. Through the viewfinders of our respective cameras we admired their topography – half ear, half rock tripe. L. snapped pictures from all angles; I took a couple, then found other interesting things to shoot.
“Hey, the sun’s getting pretty low,” I said after a while. “We haven’t even made it into the woods yet!”
“Well, where else are you going to find socks?” L. said.
