The violent lady from Old East Hill sitting along side some lost soles

The violent lady from Old East Hill sitting along side some lost soles

When I moved into our new place I met the neighbor, Chip, very early on who owns a sign shop across the street. We hit it off pretty well as he is an artist as well, and we share many of the same views and interests. During one of our first chats he told me about a woman in the neighborhood who is a little deranged and should be avoided at all costs due to her random acts of violence. His friend had become a victim of one outburst after offering her a ride to the grocery store. It was all he could do to get her out of the caras she clawed and scratched at him while still going down the road.

Chip described her in perfect detail so when I did see her I would know it was her. He told me no matter the temperature outside, it could be scorching hot but she will be dressed like it is chilly. Usually a long heavy dress, a visor, sunglasses, jacket or sweater, and her press slung tightly around her chest. “Be careful as she will try to talk to you” he said. “And if she makes eye contact she quite often explodes into a rage.”

Lost Sole #361, found July 11, 2010, North Davis St in Old East Hill of Pensacola, FL[wp_geo_map]

Lost Sole #361, found July 11, 2010, North Davis St in Old East Hill of Pensacola, FL

It was while looking out the window from my desk one afternoon that I spotted her sitting at the bus stop on the corner. And sitting next to her on the ground was a pair of shoes. The shoes had been there for a few days and I kept meaning to get a shot of them. Now was the perfect time. But I was unable to get a decent shot through the window. So I risked being attacked and went on our front porch with the camera hidden behind me and I pretendied to be doing something to my bikes. I snapped a couple of shots and was lucky enough to get a good one just before the bus pulled up.

I continued to watch those shoes over the next for days, they moved from the wall to the ground, to the street, and eventually disappearing, one at a time. When there was just one left, I snapped the shot and it became Lost Sole #361. I wonder if anymore will pop up at that bus stop?