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  • Photographic Memories: The story of the shoe tree

    Mar 30, 18 • ndemarino • 5enses, Photographic MemoriesNo CommentsRead More »

    By Dale O’Dell A shoe tree is a tree with shoes on it. It’s kind of like a Christmas tree, except it’s decorated with footwear instead of ornaments. According to my internet research, there are more than 50 shoe trees in the United States — one or more for each state. Because they’re such bizarre sights, I always stop and photograph shoe trees when I find them during my travels. I’ve photographed shoe trees (and one “shoe fence”) in Arizona, Nevada, California, Oregon, Washington, Colorado, Texas, and Utah. And it’s not always shoes in the trees. I’ve seen trees with socks, hats, T-shirts, and even bras hanging from them. So what’s the deal with shoe trees? How did this practice of tossing shoes into trees get started? The most common story I’ve found comes from American folklore. According to legend, a newlywed couple had an argument while driving to their honeymoon and the bride became so angry she threw her new husband’s shoes into a tree. He never got his shoes back, and when others came along later they added their shoes to the collection and the shoe tree was born. Other urban legends about the origin of the shoe tree: throwing shoes into trees on the last day of school; hanging shoes from tree branches to denote a place where you can buy illegal drugs; discharged soldiers throwing combat

  • Photographic Memories: The first pictures I took … and can’t help but keep taking

    Mar 2, 18 • ndemarino • 5enses, Photographic MemoriesNo CommentsRead More »

    By Dale O’Dell April 1994: Life is in chaos. The house is a mess. My darkroom and studio have been deconstructed. It is a time of extreme disorganization, stress — and joy. After living in the hustle-bustle metropolis of Houston, Texas, for 12 years we are moving away. We are moving to Arizona, to the country and to a new life doing the same thing, photography. We are forsaking freeways for dirt roads, suit and tie meetings for higher long distance bills, and two-hour E-6 processing for two-day processing. As I pack every photograph I’ve ever taken into a forest of brown corrugated boxes, I pause from time to time to look at the slides, some of them unseen since their original filing. What’s this? Looks like a shot of my feet when loading the camera. Why’d I keep this? I must have had some reason for keeping it, don’t throw it away now. Each subject category gets packed into its own brown box. Portraits, sports, aerial photos, oil rigs (maybe not living in Texas will mean not photographing any more oil rigs, could I be so lucky?), farming photos, travel pictures, religion and the files go on. Religion? What’s this? I’ve never shot for a religious publication; why do I have a file marked religion? I should be packing those boxes, but I must check out this photo file

Celebrating art and science in Greater Prescott.

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