A slice of life and a stolen moment.  These boots fit some feet and those feet belong to some legs and those legs belong to a body and that body has been carried by them to places I cannot even imagine.  What streets have those soles seen, what fingers find the holes to pull them up?  I wonder what secrets you’d spin if speak you could, I wonder what stories, I wonder what dreams and broken promises, I wonder which were kept? Boots & Ceramics Still Life (by TylerKnott)

A slice of life and a stolen moment.  These boots fit some feet and those feet belong to some legs and those legs belong to a body and that body has been carried by them to places I cannot even imagine.  What streets have those soles seen, what fingers find the holes to pull them up?  I wonder what secrets you’d spin if speak you could, I wonder what stories, I wonder what dreams and broken promises, I wonder which were kept?

Boots & Ceramics Still Life (by TylerKnott)