Not a bad photo.
I like to go on long walks. Mainly because I’m trying to lose a little weight. Employing shank’s mare to get around my Seattle/Queen Anne Hill neighborhood is not only helping me become a more svelte 67-year-old; it also affords me a multitude of picture-taking opportunities. I live in a very beautiful neighborhood.
Earlier today, I was thoroughly involved in taking photos of a pile of old bricks someone had carefully stacked up in front of their house. — I like taking photos of geometrically-shaped things. (I blogged about this in a post entitled “Everything Is Geometry. Right?”) I find these bricks to be quite intriguing. They seem totally out of place, sitting on the parking strip near the street. But they’re also quite decorative. — Confession: this was not the first time I stopped to capture the load of bricks on film. I had done the same, about two weeks previously. But when I encountered the bricks today, I thought perhaps I should try for a better photo.
Is this better?
As I took my last photo, out of the corner of my eye, I spied an older gentleman (like me) approaching on the sidewalk. When he was within polite speaking distance, he said, with a sly grin on his countenance, “Hey, you like these bricks, don’t you. Don’t I recall seeing you taking photos of them a couple of weeks ago?” Well, I just started to laugh an embarrassed laugh, and I exclaimed, “Hey, they’re a fine load of bricks! But, now you’re gonna think I’m compulsive. Honestly, I have a reason for coming back and taking more photos. It’s not as wacky as it seems.”
This one is far superior!
Within seconds, the white-haired man responded, “I know! You return periodically and take their photo; then you go home and compare them, to see whether or not they’ve moved at all.” That really made me laugh. Even though I’m pretty much a shy, “loner dude”, I stuck out my hand and introduced myself. The man replied, saying his name was Bruno. He told me he was originally from Zimbabwe.
I explained to Bruno that I was taking the photos because I blog, and every once in a while I post a photo essay featuring unusual geometric forms. I said I was just making sure I had the penultimate shot of the bricks, for the next time I made one of those posts. I wanted the photo to be (in the words of Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead) “exactly perfect”. — You know, folks, my story wasn’t nearly as interesting as the one Bruno made up….
After visiting for a spell, we agreed to meet up again soon, when I return to take more photos of the super-fine load of bricks. Because, well — in case I can do better.
I’ll say it again: I liked Bruno’s story a whole lot more than I did my own. So today, when I got home, I looked at all of the photos I’ve taken of the bricks — very carefully. And so far, I can say, they haven’t moved an inch!
And here is the perfect song to complete your mulit-media experience.
Bonus photo — the view of downtown Seattle and Mt. Rainier (known to Native Americans as Tahoma) from my neighborhood; taken with my little pre-owned Canon.