On my walk in the forest yesterday I looked up and saw this.
The tall person noticed me looking and he looked too. After a long silence he returned his gaze to me and told me that seeing this reminded him of something the American photographer and painter Edward Steichen once said, “I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself” .
On my walk through the neighborhood today I noticed this.
Last year, the same street looked like this.
Yes. The municipal authorities are obviously fed up with trees parking on the sidewalks and have taken measures to prevent it.
It clearly works as I did not see any illegally parked trees on my way home.
On my walk through the neighborhood today I saw this concrete post.
It was hanging by a thread.
I pointed it out to the tall person and asked him why the post had wilted. He shook his head and said he didn’t know but added that perhaps someone had tried to knock it down but its steel core had defeated them. He went on to say that it reminded him of something that the American journalist Max Lerner once said, “The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt.”
Hmm. I understand the wisdom that you are trying to convey tall person but the post is now growing down, not up.
I was blowing raspberries in the yard this morning.
The tall person heard me and told me that at around 5 months, a child will start blowing spit bubbles – or raspberries – a skill that helps it learn how to move its mouth, tongue, and lips together, and later be able to form words.
He went on to say that it reminded him of something the American author Annie Dillard once said, “There is a certain age at which a child looks at you in all earnestness and delivers a long, pleased speech in all the true inflections of spoken English, but with not one recognizable syllable.”
Hmm. I had better start practicing my vowels.
On my walk through the neighborhood today I saw this.
Yes, a blue-eyed crocodile about to eat a gas pipe.
I pointed it out to the tall person and he smiled and said that it reminded him of something that Steve Irwin, the famous Australian wildlife expert, once said about crocodiles, “There are 23 species. Seventeen of those species are rare or endangered. They’re on the way out, no matter what anyone does or says, you know”.
Hmm. I’m not surprised they are endangered if they insist upon eating gas pipes.
On my walk through the neighborhood today I saw this on top of a low stone wall.
Yes, a tiny oasis. I pointed it out to the tall person and asked if it was real or just a mirage. He smiled and told me it was real. He explained that a mirage is a naturally occurring optical phenomenon in which light rays are bent to produce a displaced image of distant objects.
Hmm. It’s easy to become confused in an urban desert when you are tired and thirsty. I didn’t notice any camels though.
On my walk through the neighborhood today I saw this.
Yes. Clearly, a potent knockout gas has been used in my neighborhood. I held my breath as I walked quickly past.
The tall person later said that he felt sleepy but as it was nearly midnight I did not associate it with this incident.
