A blog category about finding “art” in unexpected places and situations.
So I was walking down the hall, mindfully minding my own business, when I looked over and saw Boopers perched in what seemed to be a deep transcendental meditative trance.
I looked closer, behind the meditating cat, and saw … this.
Her? Him? They? A … being, with two eyes, both upper and lower noses, a tongue-y mouth, not to mention hair that could use a shampoo.
I waited impatiently until Boopers finished with a Downward Dog and an ardent “Namaste!” and asked if he knew who that was behind him.
“All I can tell you,” Boopers coyly purred in Zen-like calmness, “is that her name is Cordy and I find her smile electrifying.”
I walked away, satisfied with his answer, then turned around to see Boopers standing intimately close to Cordy, staring into her eyes.
I don’t know about you, and I don’t claim to be an exercise physiologist, so correct me if I am wrong, but I always thought that walking involved movement. Especially your legs propelling you forward.
HR comes from an alternative school of thought. The “Walk Till You See Something—ANYTHING—That Grabs Your Attention Philosophy.” Then stop and take multitudinous (Is that a word?) photos of the attention grabber. You can always edit—and walk—later.
So this morn, we ventured out on our SMW (Sunday Morning Walk), which we often do instead of church (nature’s sermons are much more interesting).
If I wanted to hold a grudge, I could document at least a dozen “attention grabbers” Robert stopped for this morn. But let’s allow two to suffice.
We paused for a good five minutes at this “interesting” old chopped-up bush.
I think I’ve told you this before, but Robert NEVER thinks to inform me that he is going to “stop for the op.” After all, his attention has been grabbed! I usually end up walking at least a block away, chattering animatedly about some important topic, like how disappointed I was in the last season of The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel. When I realize HR’s nowhere near me, I turn around and head back, ignoring the sympathetic stares and giggles of people who heard me talking to myself.
And looky here …
A caterpillar! (A good ten minutes.)
This stop was multidimensional for Robert. 1. To take twelve dozen photos. 2. Good Samaritan-ly to save an innocent life. The caterpillar was in the middle of the sidewalk. (We watched the Tiny Worlds documentary series.)
It’s important to take the time to document the caterpillar’s body from EVERY conceivable angle.
Here are a few of HR’s pics …
See what I have to put up with?
But when all is said and done—and photographed—I do love our walks. And I do love HR.
He’s my blossom.
With all that is going on in our world, this statement may be more aspirational than real time.
But I still so agree.
Valentine’s Day Marveling at all the “Love Doors” on a neighborhood walk here in my Historic District Savannah.
HAPPIEST OF VALENTINE’S DAYS TO YOU!
Grandson Daniel, a young Savannah actor and singer, tired and resting on the set …
“Isn’t There Anyone Who Knows What Christmas Is All About?”