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 Sole #360 and my BP oil spill outrage
Today I went out to Pensacola Beach for a quick photoshoot for work. On the way home I decided to check out our beaches and see if there was oil on them as result of the huge waves churned up by Hurricane Alex. While I did not see the "tar mats" like I saw last time I...
Lost Sole Dedication to the Fort Pickens Dolphin
It is the morning after I went out to Pensacola Beach to view the oil slick that had finally washed ashore from the BP disaster. The beach was surreal. The parking lot was full of TV crews and their trucks with giant satellite dishes perched on top. All lined up to report on the latest happenings. I have seen this here before during hurricane season’s . . .
One Shoe Diaries at the Pensacola Museum of Art, June 3rd
I have been lucky enough to be selected as this month's featured artist at the Pensacola Museum of Art's Culture Club meeting with my One Shoe Diaries. I invite anyone that can, to come down and check it out, there will be drinks, music, food and prizes! It is on...