Interesting in many respects. Odd pair, odd subject and odd combination, but you got pretty even lighting and good use of flash.
I'll keep an eye out for the missing pair in case it shows up in Atlanta...
-Cat
I have been intrigued by the question - why an odd pair?
One day am I going to see someone walking around London wearing the other two?
I can not see, are they two left feet?
Are they his & hers?
Did I come across a lovers uniting ritual, where each toss one trainer into a net hanging from the roof of a railway archway under Waterloo Station?
When I was young, they werent called trainers, but tennis-shoes, plimpsoles or dapps.
I am emotionally traumatised by thinking of the names, due to their use on too many occasions to give me six of the best on my buttocks by a PE teacher. Gym lessons - a sadistic ritual designed to traumatise the fat, weak and clumsy.
YB