The Treadwell Collection

 

There is a small area on the bottom of my shoe, in front of the heel but not actually touching the ground.  I don’t know if there is a name for this space, but I can tell you, it is here where I get the ideas for this Blog.  Never the big headlines, but just the crumbs that have slipped past the dustpan, or held tight as the streetsweeper swooshed by.

All sorts of strange things are collected in that space.  I just need to sort through them once I get home.   They tend to gather there as I walk around.  Ideas from the city, smells from the farms I happen to pass, and bits of old assignments whenever I happen to pass the local school. 

Sometimes, although not often, I’ll pick up a sound, or maybe just a fragment of a tune.  I’ll be scraping the various items off of my shoe and suddenly a melody will pop into my head.  It has to be from my shoe.  That’s the only thing I’m working on at the time.

 

 

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