I was walking north on Eighth Avenue towards Penn Station when I walked by this scene, stopped, and then walked back to take a second look. Something about this struck me as really odd, as if something urgent had come up, and someone left their boots and coffee and just started running. Maybe it was the position of the boots, with one propped up against the wall like it had been flung there in a hurry, that made it feel like something urgent had taken place, more so than someone just leaving some stuff on the sidewalk.
I mean, who just leaves their shoes behind? On Eighth Avenue (in the 30’s) in a busy neighborhood? I may be reading too much into it, but it does make for an mysterious little NYC still life.