About the Project
In October 2004 my wife Sharon and I, Randy, lost our residence on Pensacola Beach to Hurricane Ivan. Instead of treating it as a disaster we made this an opportunity for us to pursue our dream of traveling the U.S. in a motor home. During our four-year adventure on the road, we noticed numerous lone shoes sitting on the side of the road. We began to get intrigued by how many there were, and the fact that each of those shoes had to have belonged to someone, but who? Were they male or female, young or old, rich or poor? How did it end up alone on the road? The inherent mystery tied to these images is the untold story of each shoe, the viewer cannot help but create that story in their mind.
So what we have decided to do is catalog the shoes we come across through photographs along with the stories of Adventure that accompany each shoe. Hence the birth of the One Shoe Diaries™. The shoes are left in their original state, we do not alter or move them.
We have since stopped living full-time in the motorhome and currently reside back in Pensacola, Florida. Many events have happened since we first started out on this journey of life after Hurricane Ivan. We journeyed cross-country, we lost our sweet Noah at birth, we were blessed with Nora shortly after, we endured the BP oil spill as it wrecked our beaches and economy, I lost my mother and most recently Jinny passed away. Life throws lots of ups and downs and we invite you to experience ours with us. We hope you enjoy our ever-growing collection of shoes and the stories attach to them.
Most recently discovered Lost Soles
Latest Stories from the Road
Lost Dedication, Shoe #458
Having spent a lot of time in Port Charlotte/Punta Gorda Sharon and I have gotten to know many of the locals, mainly through her sister Rachie. One of the people we saw over and over again was a man we only knew as Fuzzy. His real name was Timothy Allen Deah. He was...
Goodbye 2012, Welcome 2013.
Another year has passed. Hard to believe. But I feel the same way each New Years day. And it seems every year goes by faster and faster. Yet, each New Years Day, I approach it with optimism and create resolutions for myself, much like everyone else does. And like...
Christmas past and present.
This is Nora's 4th Christmas. I cannot believe how fast time has gone by. And after just finishing playing "Santa" for Nora I am taking this time of stillness in the house to write some thoughts. When I was young I could never figure out why they always said the...