Maybe it’s because of the kind of work I do but I tend to always notice lines and design, whether something is level, symmetrical, or needs repair.
Being into photography probably accentuates my awareness of such things but I believe where and how I grew up plays a role as well.
I think people generally consider flowers, trees, and the flora of nature as being symmetrical and weeds as asymmetrical but if you look closely they too have an unmistakable symmetry in design that is seldom noticed before the hoe comes down.
Language is a funny thing at times if it isn’t your first language and sometimes leads me to wonder how and why things are referred to in the way they are as in aloe vera offshoots being called pups.
Look more like tentacles to me but might be a little weird to refer to them as such.
Made me think of a 70’s album by Mike Oldfield named Tubular Bells I happened to run across on the net.
This is a crop from a larger photo with something of a story to it – one day a person I have a passing acquaintance with who fancies themself a Sasquatch “hunter” saw it and asked if I could crop this section and give them a copy?
I said sure and asked what was so special about it? They replied they just liked it.
After making the crop and transferring it to a flash drive they had they began to ask me a lot of questions about the location, was the ground disturbed and any signs of activity – did I ever see or hear strange things in the forest?
I replied I see and hear a lot of strange things but they seem to be mostly confined to cities and the internet and asked why all the questions?
They in turn asked if didn’t know what I was looking at?
When I assured them I did but had an idea we were of differing opinions they told me it was a Sasquatch lair, den, nest or whatever – they left in a huff when I couldn’t stop smiling so a heads up, if you see this photo on the net being depicted as the aforementioned Sasquatch habitat don’t believe it – it’s nothing more than debris washed up during high water in spring runoff.
If you look closely it appears as though a sasquatch with the initial B carved it into the tree – maybe a form of territory marking?
All of the nations have stories about Sasquatch like creatures and I’ve heard more than one from the non indigenous which I tend to dismissive of depending on those always blurred photos/videos, obvious photo shopping, and sometimes the individual associated with them.
When it comes to casts of footprints as evidence or “hair samples” that never prove out the degree of skepticism increases – I’m capable of duplicating any “footprint” in existence as are many others.
Yet there are those I know among my own I trust implicitly with a tale or two to recount, one of them being grandmother.
Knowing that I like to read people often pass books on to me, sometimes a box full – in one such box was a copy of Siddhartha, a novel by Hermann Hesse.
The story ends with an aged Siddhartha sitting by a river finding the meaning and solace he had sought during his life as he watches it flowing by.
Of all that was contained in the book this final scene is the one that has stayed with me – not that I’m searching for meaning in my life, I have that, but I understand the contemplative nature of sitting by a river, the peace and insights that accompany doing so.
Rivers flow much the same as life, and like a river we can either be swept away by it’s current or become part of the flow – I think this being swept away often occurs in the world as it has come to be.
Issues arise and decisions are made we as individuals have no control over and so we are swept along – some struggle and become overwhelmed drifting into stagnant pools of indifference or even alcohol and substance abuse thinking not of such things as solutions but an escape only to find they create a personal environment more difficult to escape – and sadly at times an environment that leads to a plague visited upon others like fetal alcohol syndrome, drug addicted newborns, or the physical abuse of women and children.
We all need to find a river whether in nature or within ourselves and understand that while we may not be responsible for all that occurs we are responsible for the manner in which we live and conduct ourselves in the day to day.
Just kinda been hangin’ ’round waiting for the net issues to be resolved.
For those celebrate Xmas or Hannuka best wishes.
Whenever I see something like this I can’t help but wonder what the backstory is – was told this was once occupied then fell into disrepair and became something of a storage shed.
The plan now is to do what is necessary to convert it to a “bungalow”, works for me as it’s the kind of challenge I can get into.