Under Repairs
The server that hosted the One Shoe Diaries suffered a catastrophic failure, and the entire One Shoe Diaries website was lost. Fortunately, I do have backups of all the pages and the blogs, but it is all in raw text, so I am having to rebuild the framework and insert images. So while there are holes in my content, all of the blog content is online, justot as pretty or as organized as I would like it. And with thisot being a revenue-generating endeavor, I will be only able to devote so much time to get it fully restored to its former glory, so I ask for your patience while I get it all back up. Thanks, and have a great day!
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, weoticedumerous 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 doot 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, we survived the Covid pandemic, Sharon lost her sister Rachel, as well as both parents, Jack and Jinny are alsoo longer with us, and we have sold Nora’s Ark. 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
A dedication to “The Purple-Haired, Pixie-Sized Artist”
I found out today from Linda, the Glove Lady, that a friend of hers whom I had met during her exhibit at the Wentworth Museum died yesterday. Her name was McKenzie Oerting, a very talented artist that succumbed to colon cancer at the age of 54, which seems oddly...
Jason the Hitman, Apple Downtown, Instant Justice, Superfly Adams
Jason the Hitman, Apple Downtown, Instant Justice, Superfly Adams. Now there is a nickname! but what's funny is every part of that name actually has some sort of story behind it and fits my friend Jason's personality perfectly. But i am not going to get into those...
Message from Noah? Or coincidence?
n many of my blogs i have spoken about finding kid’s Crocs as lost soles, most notably, Noah’s Croc. (Click here to read about Noah’s Croc) I think it is not by accident I find them.












