With splash of heel in puddle this sock hunter was on the chase. Wily, willy-nilly, slapdash winding through primordial forest. The chase ever clearer in my mind. I bounced after my quarry, heart-racing, lungs straining, camera slapping against my chest. No thoughtful hunt, this one. Just the craze of heels and toes flashing before my eyes.
I slid to a stop as the *socks quivered. Ever mindful of my need for the capture. I found my camera in my hand. Before their acrobatic soles could leave the ground once more I snapped. And in the snapping, the socks took flight once more.
Out of breath, I hoped that at least one of the photos would come out well. I share with you my find, until next time, this is your Sock Hunter, signing off.
*Carousel socks, US 0 Hiya Hiya Steel DPNs, ONLine Supersocke 100 Comedy Color