Getting ready for dinner, what did I see on the kitchen counter?  My 8-year-old son Sam’s socks.

This sock placement and the timing for dinner provided some real inspiration.  All I needed were a few more minutes and I could take a photo of the socks at the dinner table.  They would be sitting there all relaxed, enjoying a glass of wine, and working on their salad, as they wait for the soup and bread to arrive.  Then without warning, “Poof!  Gone!”  The socks had vanished!  Ah, the irony of life.  The one time I wanted stinky abandoned socks to hang around a bit longer in the kitchen and they decide to head off somewhere else.  What poor timing for those socks to grow feet.

No one ever said that life is fair, especially for sock photographers.