I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing.
My main research interests relate to health care and sense of place.
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It’s not the years that count, but the miles. And it looks like these boots have done their share of walking. Lovely shot that conjures up many a story.
Wonderful haiku, photo and stories these boots evoke, Jean. This reminds me of the book and movie “Wild” about the story of Cheryl Strayed. Do you know her story? She hiked the Pacific Crest Trail in a little over 3 months by herself (beginning in the Mojave Desert in Calif. and ending at the Bridge of the Gods overlooking the Columbia River in Oregon).
It was a journey in hopes of finding herself and she did. My husband is an avid backpacker and he took the kids for many years when they were younger but I never got into it. Camping, yes, backpacking, no. But after reading her story and “hiking” with her along the trail, I told my hubby that I’d love to go someday; not for 3 months, but a weekend would be a good start. 🙂
It was fascinating to think of her all alone in the daylight, one step in front of the other, being one with nature and her own thoughts about life. Then at night, tucked into her tent, her safe haven and getting stronger each day.
Anyway, I apologize for the long reply, but I just wanted to share how in tune your haiku is with the book I just finished. ♥
SOCIAL BRIDGE ~ Jean Tubridy connecting with you from Ireland 
Memories.
Absolutely, Paul. Thanks for writing.
I wonder what tales they have to tell. xxx
We can only imagine, Willow, but I think the brown laces tell a fair bit!
🙂 they do!
Yeah!
Good and bad thoughts it harbours.
Thanks for writing, Amoa. I agree the boots have a bittersweeetness about them.
oops where did they go
been wondering all day long
and Jean saves the day!
😉
You make me smile, Val! Thanks.
I love this! Oh, if our boots could talk, eh?
Hi Dale, yeah, they’d certainly give a different version of events than we would, don’t you think?
Love this Jean, abandoned clothing has been on my mind this week – my next post will have a shoe connection (and a graffiti one interestingly enough)!
Hi Andrea, many thanks. Am intrigued to see what’s coming in the line of shoes and graffiti. Why not add in a chair or two while you’re at it!
They look like they do have lots of great stories to tell. Here’s to the next adventure!
Hi Sheila, I often wonder if the tide took them or if someone decided to bring them home and maybe wear them even more.
Makes me think of this quote;
“Before you criticize a man, walk a mile in his shoes. That way, when you do criticize him, you’ll be a mile away and have his shoes. (Steve Martin)
Brilliant quote, Malin. Thanks for adding it to the equation.
It’s not the years that count, but the miles. And it looks like these boots have done their share of walking. Lovely shot that conjures up many a story.
How true about the miles and not the years, Naomi. Thanks for your kind words.
Wonderful haiku, photo and stories these boots evoke, Jean. This reminds me of the book and movie “Wild” about the story of Cheryl Strayed. Do you know her story? She hiked the Pacific Crest Trail in a little over 3 months by herself (beginning in the Mojave Desert in Calif. and ending at the Bridge of the Gods overlooking the Columbia River in Oregon).
It was a journey in hopes of finding herself and she did. My husband is an avid backpacker and he took the kids for many years when they were younger but I never got into it. Camping, yes, backpacking, no. But after reading her story and “hiking” with her along the trail, I told my hubby that I’d love to go someday; not for 3 months, but a weekend would be a good start. 🙂
It was fascinating to think of her all alone in the daylight, one step in front of the other, being one with nature and her own thoughts about life. Then at night, tucked into her tent, her safe haven and getting stronger each day.
Anyway, I apologize for the long reply, but I just wanted to share how in tune your haiku is with the book I just finished. ♥
Lauren, many thanks for sharing your thoughts and for highlighting what sounds like a great book.
Those really caught my eye and the poem goes perfectly.
Glad you liked it, Luanne. The boots have stayed in my mind for a long time now.
Not in bad nick those boots Jean! I could do with a pair of those.
Roy, I felt the same about them and have long wondered if the owner ever came back to get them.
Oh the stories that pair could tell… if only they’d been fitted for a boot-cam before stepping out! 😉 ♥ ❤