I’ve been looking at a fantastic book–YARN BOMBING–The Art of Crochet and Knit Graffiti by Mandy Moore and Leanne Prain. They have a sneakers on the wire pattern. To go with it, I thought I’d reblog my obsession with the same.
We took a nice walk under the moon, down by the river, which was dry. But cold air welled up out of its canyon and refreshed us. This neighborhood contains the edges of so many things–rich and poor, rural and urban, shabby and chic. Really mostly shabby, but my affection for it makes it charming in its details.
And as always walking back home I wondered: who threw that pair of tied together sneakers over the telephone wire. And why?
I asked around. A common response was: drugs, it signifies a drug house. Or–bullies stole them and tossed them up. Or–a party! Drunken revelry! Sports victory!
Then the practical–someone had time on his or her hands. And a pair of sneakers.
My friend Julia Deisler wrote them a tiny bit of homage:
”… under the moon and on winter nights when low-lying snow-laden clouds and reflective snow make their dangling silhouettes newly visible and mysterious (or something like that)”
But then Rich, my live in reference librarian, referred me to http://www.snopes.com/crime/gangs/sneakers.asp
A look at this site basically agrees–it might be drugs, turf, a party, bullying, etc. etc.
Mostly I just like that those sneakers are there. They dangle, a marker in the urbanscape that might or might not mean something. Someone else had suggested that maybe they were an art installation, like at SITE Santa Fe–perhaps a bit inadvertent.
Beauty is everywhere.
And that evening, walking home, I catch a glimpse through the laundromat window, of a man and a woman folding a large white sheet together.