The piece I wrote last year about kids terrorizing me hasn’t changed, nothing new to report on that front. So let’s talk about the walk I took yesterday. Actually I can show you the area I was walking in since I take my phone with me on these travels, just in case I need a lift back.
Usually I just throw on a pair headphones if I’m by myself. It doesn’t mean I’m listening to anything, sometimes I just want to be trapped in my head but outside rather than on the couch. But most of the time I’m listening to some podcast from NPR or WEEI (it’s sports radio!) The glasses are on and my hat is pulled down to shield my face from view. One of those instances where ghostly white, pale reflections of my skin just don’t need to be recognized.
I’m coming down this small hill and look up at the sunset. The leaves turn from red to brown, and fall to the ground. To be trodden down. Lyrics from a song called “Beautiful” that talks about the absolute beauty in being different. If they had been talking about snowflakes I guess they would have used the word “unique”? The best line in that song, at least for me is, Are you wild enough to be Beautiful? Captures everything you want to say to someone you love, friends count in this!
Living all but 3 years of my life in the Northeastern part of the United States, I’ve taken little notice on an emotional level how scenes like this can effect you. I have always wondered why the leaves can’t be that color all year long? Why at the end of their time they go out with such an amazing show? Those years of teaching in Boca Raton, Florida I don’t remember a leaf falling. But they had people in the neighborhood who would have written up the trees for littering. The joys of retired executives with nothing better to do.
Not getting the road in the picture cost me the sun that was just settling in the upper right portion of the shot. Trade-off I had to make.
This other shot just is for fun. I promise I did nothing with any software to adjust it. When my phone wirelessly synced with “The Cloud” it just showed up in the folder that way. There was no breeze blowing, no car going by to disturb the quiet.
When I stare at it for any length of time I see several images. An Eagle, oddly enough I see Dr, Teeth from The Muppets, but best of all I hear a little kid just running around in circles creating their own little vortex of joy.
I originally was going to title this blog entry “Beauty of the Lens”, but that doesn’t work for Halloween clickbait. Plenty of times I’m writing about the negative side of my emotions. Anger and loss being two constant companions. But while I was on that walk, for some reason I felt compelled to take those pictures. That the little voice I hear, that little girl whispering about the deer in the yard eating from a tree or how pretty the colors of a rainbow are and can we go chase it; yesterday I felt the joy of it, not any other emotion.
Yesterday I felt not alone on my walk, but some hand was helping me see differently. I’m glad I went for that walk…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Trick or Trick.”