8:08 a.m. — Atlanta
listening and dancing [yes, in my chair] to Simon and Garfunkel singing My Little Town
Hello, all. I love this time of year. I am wearing a sweater and wooly sock things. My son, while he and his family have been on the road from San Antonio to Burlington, Vermont, has kept me updated through texts and calls. One of the texts yesterday noted they had just passed a ‘bear crossing’ sign. I could hear the exclamation marks.
Tuesday has arrived, the last of the month, and I have an image for you from another of the blogs I follow regularly, Chris Goan’s This Fragile Tent. He was out paddling when he saw something odd in the near distance. It grew odder as he approached.
I thought the sculpture quite the most entrancing thing I had seen in a while, which is why you have the large version. I could not bear showing a small image and you having to click to enlarge. Can you imagine paddling around in a canoe and coming across this?
You have a number of options:
Respond immediately, viscerally, even; or, go away and come back to the image a number of times, each time jotting your thoughts.
You can use this as metaphor for the unexpected things we paddle across in our lives.
You might write a poem about mirrors and reflections.
You can visit the home of this statue, Caol Ruadh Sculpture Park [I would live there if I had one nearby] and then write a poem about what you discover. You will see more of sculptor Rob Mulholland’s work if you click on the square with the mirrored figure. I told Chris I liked his photographs better, but you may find an idea seeing the collective whole.
If you visit the park and are caught by something else, of course write about it, instead.
I am looking forward to reading what you do with this. I will see you Thursday for a discussion topic; Friday for the roundup; and, next Tuesday for a prompt on your inner child.
Happy writing, all.