Last night found The Boy and I clambering around on the underside of our local abandoned railroad bridge in pursuit of excellence in sock photography (as you do).  This particular spot had lots of advantages.  It's local, accessible through one of the area parks, and maintained enough to be safe yet decrepit enough to be picturesque.  It's really all you could hope for, and the shots came out beautifully. Alas, there was one small problem. Some of those more picturesque bits?  They were sticky.  Sticky in a way that got all over the bottom of my sock.  Black, sticky, gooey [...]