I am having a particularly grueling winter in my hunt for socks to photograph. There have been various disturbances to my usual hunting grounds which have made the socks wary even in their home territory. Snow, ice, rain, and a large hunk of machinery that kicked up huge mudholes have all effected my normal haul of sock photos.
The urge to hunt has been growing ever stronger in the last few days and I finally ventured out this morning, anticipating a fairly brutal and failed adventure. No socks in the backyard, no socks in the side yard, no socks under rocks, in trees, or in clocks. No socks in the grass, no socks in the leaves. I was imaging socks upon socks as they teased, and I begged “won’t you please” to the Sock God, “let me see some socks” on my knees. (It has indeed been a long sock hunt, and fruitless, when I’m channeling Dr. Suess.) I was even tempted to break out my Fox in Socks book and start photographing the pages.
Luckily, my sock drought was at an end, as a ray of sunshine burst upon the scene you find below.
Socks. Glorious, wonderful, sock-ity socks resting upon a bush in the front yard. Now if only the socks had been more accomodating in the beginning, I wouldn’t have been in a Suess induced state of whimsy as I suddenly declared them Passionate Purple People Pleasing Prodigal Prefects of Pleasant Perptuity. Hereafter known as *Twisted Chocolate Socks (well, the original name was a mouthful), these lovelies are framed by a somewhat lively looking bush near my walkway. They conceded to having about 2 gazillion pictures taken and then slowly sauntered away. Never one to ignore the call of socks, I must be away in search of my next pair, they could be anywhere! This is your ever slightly insane gregarious Sock Hunter, signing off.
Ooo..they’re so pretty!! I love that purty little detail going up the side.
The socks are gorgeous!
What a pretty, pleasing, purple, pattern!
Beautiful!
PUuuurrrrrfectly PUrrrrrple!
Love the wee cable, just enough to add interest.