the luscious pink slipper

Walking along the streets of Hoian, a small bustling town in Central Vietnam.  Everything is beautiful and different and interesting.  Lot of little shops selling lots of wonderful things.  Colorful, fragrant, all new.

Walking  down this particular street, there were doorways in buildings built up from the street, doorways at eye level.  This city was right on the water, so I suspect flooding may have been a consideration.

There, in the doorway, I saw a flash of pink. It caught my eye.  I paused to look and found a disembodied foot in a slipper of the most luscious shade of pink, bobbing up and down, like a bored teenager tending a video store.  I so wished I could be clever enough to sneak up and get that shot of this foot and it’s owner, but alas, I knew that the moment I was caught in her eyesight, I would pause, I would ask for permission, the foot would no longer bob.  It would be gone.  And so, I stopped and I took the shot and the foot disappeared at the sound of the shutter.

But just a moment too late.  The shot was mine.