In the Manner of Duchamp

This is entry 271 and I have grown tired of seeking the beautiful picture. I'm not sure I'm ready for the ugly, as in a pile of cigarette butts I saw on someone's blip, but I'm ready to look at the old, worn and boring things and take a picture in contemplation. Throughout my blip journey I have adopted certain rules of myself: No pets, small children, or food pictures. I have no particular reason for these limits, but I have also grown tired of my water, sunset and flower shots. So I will try to push the boundaries a bit. I wish I had the technique chops of others, but I have never wanted to study the details much.

Hence, my shoes. Old, well used, unfashionable to the max. But they travel with me all day long. There must be meaning there. At least they can testify to my cold feet.

barefoot child
adult leather
soles sigh