A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations
So Robert and I were driving down the Truman Parkway here in Savannah the other day, minding our own business, when I casually looked out the passenger-side window and saw this.
Well actually, I “saw” nothing at first and started to look away, again casually, when a thunderous shout/scream reverberated through our little vehicle.
“WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? TAKE A PICTURE—IT’LL LAST LONGER!”
Two things happened next. First, I quickly took another picture.
Second, before I glanced at the second photo, I nervously chuckled in my terror, remembering the famous Pee-wee Herman line.
The Chuckle Changed to Chagrin as I saw the bright, angry lightning pulse through the … the … the creature’s laughing mouth. See it?
“Robert!” I yelled. “Do you see him? We must leave this place! It harbors horror! Drive faster!”
HR took his eyes off the road for a second, long enough to give me a here-we-go-again stare, a stare one might bequeath a pitiful child or, perhaps, Pee Wee Herman.
“He was there. I saw him,” I countered.
But by that time the furtive creature had made his way into the words.
I’m marveling this rainy Georgia morning at the mystery, the illusive and changing allure of clouds.
Above the Savannah River near usHR and Columbus GA RiverwalkHigh Falls State Park, Jackson GAD.C. Cummer Museum and Gardens, Jacksonville FLNYC Amerson. river Park, Macon GAI can’t remember where.
And here’s a post HR did about clouds a while back …
I love the sky. It’s ever-changing. It’s mysterious. It has a mind of its own.
Over Barbour River earlier today when Robert and I were exploring the Harris Neck National Wildlife Refuge about an hour south of us here in Savannah. The sky is sometimes is a bit of a thief, stealing some glory from lakes. Also at Harris Neck earlier today. Last night at Waterfront Park on Saint Simons Island. HR, two ships and the sky, about an hour before the above picture.
For this blog category, “Countdown to Christmas: Images of Peace,” each day between December 1 and 25, I share some of our photography that invites rest, peace, tranquility and love.
4. The sleek new white chairs in my therapist Rubi’s office
I am a firm believer that therapists ALWAYS strategically place items in their waiting areas with hidden (HA!), underlying (probably-childhood related) purposes. Here’s my theory about the photo above.
On second thought, I’ll just let the redecorated room itself—and the therapists whose clients wait in the room—speak for itself and themselves:
“Hi there. And welcome back! Look at how fresh and clean everything looks in our, we mean YOUR, waiting area. A tabla rosa-ness to it, don’t you think? This session you’re about to have can be a new beginning to your mental health. But remember we have to do it in 50 minutes. Sit down and make yourself comfortable.”
“The slanting brown legs on the chair? We’re glad you noticed, but come on, you get that, we’re sure. No? Being grounded of course. Connecting to Mother Earth. Therapy doesn’t go straight down and to the point all at once, for goodness sake. It has to slant, meander, hiccup around for a spell. Sometimes quite a spell. Over MULTIPLE 50-minute sessions. And the FOUR legs? Why earth, wind, fire and water, of course.”
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I’m sorry but I need to interrupt the room and the therapists for a second here. I took the above photo three weeks ago when the room was just being redone. Look closely at the seat part of the chair. See sort of a crack or opening? I did. And since Rubi had not called me back yet, I looked around to make sure there were no hidden cameras and did what comes naturally to me. I snooped. And, lo and behold, when I placed my hand on the seat part, it was loose. I hoisted it up. It had not been screwed down yet! Okay, again sorry, back to the room and therapists’ spill.
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“You might notice the chair is a bit wobbly. That your butt moves up and down and side to side while you’re sitting. No worries. You won’t fall out of it. Just steady yourself. After all, you’ve just got a few loose screws. WE MEAN THE CHAIR HAS GOT A FEW LOOSE SCREWS!!!”
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“Hi Neal,” Rubi greets me at my session three weeks ago. “Come on up.” I follow my therapist to his suite but quickly look back at the chair. And it seems to wiggle and wave a bit. I can’t tell if it is taunting or encouraging me.
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