THE TREE OF SHOES

I have posted a picture of this tree once before, when from a distance, I thought it was covered with birds, but upon getting closer, saw that is was covered in shoes. Over the past 18 months, the shoes seem to come and go, but lately, it seems to have been adorned with more than it's usual share of shoes. So today, when we had a few extra minutes, I had Craig pull over so that I could get a closer look. Well actually, I wanted to make a donation. With the rapidly cooling trend we have been experiencing lately, and especially with the unexpected snow storm, Craig's summer flip flops were put out of their misery and were destined for the nearest trash can. "Hey", I thought to myself, "Wouldn't they make a wonderful addition to the tree of shoes"? So here they are, their last moments before joining their new home along Highway 97 in Oregon, just outside the tiny little town of Shaniko. We tied them together with twine, and in one heave, tossed them high above the tree where they landed amongst others of their kind. How fitting that they should spend eternity hanging from this roadside attraction, or at least until someone comes along that might take a liking to them and unhook them from the tree. After getting into the truck to head off into the sunset, Craig spies this other tree across the street: Did you look closely? Looks like there is another trend on the horizon for old Highway 97, and one that I think would draw a whole lot more attention than shoes. I zoomed in close for you to get a good look: Yep, looks like the making of The Tree of Bras. Craig sped off in a hurry, before I could even think about it.