To all of y’all complaining about my (GASP) shoes…
and the footprint this photo was really about…
I’ve had a low level obsession with trains for most of my life. So it’s not surprising that, though I make my living as a photographer, I’m always honored and all too willing to share when Amtrak wants to use a photo of mine on their feed.
But this time, well, it didn’t go as planned.
I guess I should’ve known. The enthusiastic inhabitants of the interwebs, clearly not having enough things to complain about this summer — this sweltering, forests-on-fire, smoke-filled-skies, politically-explosive, covid-spiking summer when people are even finding ways to berate the greatest gymnast of all time for standing up for her mental health — saw my post and jumped on it like a pack of wild animals on fresh raw meat. I’d unwittingly provided a brand new outlet for righteous rage.
That’s right my shoes, ladies and gentlemen, were the latest source of ire to light up the cesspool of the comment section.
Just when you thought trains were safe. And on the day the Infrastructure Bill passed its first hurdle in the Senate, no less.
Now, when I first saw the outrage I won’t deny my cheeks flushed in rosy embarrassment. My goodness what was I thinking putting my shoes on…
