I take portraits mostly of people and have never taken any animal pictures…….until today when I ran into this little squirrel that thought he owned a block of Pennsylvania Avenue near 7th Street, NW in Washington, DC.
He was not allowing anyone to sit on the wall in a certain area. It was funny seeing him running people away from “his” area. I was trying to take pictures of people at a bus stop but he kept demanding my attention. I gave in and granted him a photo shoot.
Halfway through a photo session in a client’s home I decided to remove my shoes to make sure not to cause damage to the floors. That’s when I realized I was wearing mismatched shoes. Same color but two different shoes. Fortunately they weren’t a tie-up and a slip on. Some people may have noticed, some may not have.
I still had a full day ahead and knew I would not have a chance to go home and change. Also, I was not going to go buy new shoes just for the day. I went on to do the other things I needed to do with the mismatched shoes on and said it wasn’t really that big a deal.
Nevertheless, I did make sure I went home and changed shoes before going to pick up my grandson from the daycare learning center. I certainly would not want the good folks there to think I was a bad influence on the lad as he learns to tie shoes and dress himself..
I must admit I did this one other time in my life about 10 years ago when I went to church with two different shoes on and the good Christians enjoyed it way too much. I thought that would be the last time I would ever do this.
Tell me I am not the only one with this little issue. Check your shoes before you leave home!
Had one of those moments today. Went to see a client, came out and drove to the other end of the parking lot to go to the Safeway. Left Safeway and walked back to where I originally parked the car when I visited the client and the car was not there. Couldn’t believe it and after walking around dazed with the sad face, I almost reported a stolen vehicle to the police. Then I remembered I had gone to the Safeway and that’s where the car was. Laugh if you want but I know I am not the only one who has done this.
While walking through the park last night I saw a pacifier also known as a Binky, bop, and a bunch of other things.. I paused and wondered about its history.
It was laying on a tree trunk and it looked like it had been found and placed there as though the owner would soon return for it. Maybe the finder thought the child’s family would be back in a split second and still be able to make use of it. I’m sure the finder had been through some lost pacifier drama.
As a grandfather I know how important “Binky” is. I also know how binkies can disappear into thin air – here one second and gone never to be found again the next. There have been times the family would have paid top dollar to replace one.. Once It took trips to several stores in the late hours to find the kind Baby would accept only to return home and have all the lost binkies suddenly pop out of their hiding places. But back to the binky in the park.
How did it get here? Did it belong to a toddler who dropped it and the parents had others that they immediately put to use?. Did the child lose the bop on a peaceful family stroll though the park but once it was lost all hell broke loose? Did the family take the child to the park intentionally to say goodbye to Mr. Bop and a small ceremony was held as the peacemaker was placed on the tree trunk and the child bravely walked away? A big boy or big girl now. Did the pacifier work as hard as it could to soothe some child unsuccessfully and decide on its own to disappear and felt the park was the place to do it?
Who was the child? Was the cutie pie 6 months old? One year old? Two? Was he or she an all day user or just casual? What race? Nationality? A walker or a crawler? Quiet or loud? Really active or really laid back? Spoiled rotten or the sweetest most well behaved baby in the world?
How it got here and who the owner was are not to be known but this fantastic piece of rubber and plastic, Mr. Binky, can rest in peace now and should be thanked on behalf of the child, the parents, and the public for the wonderful service provided. It did look peaceful.
Any Binky stories?
When my grandson started pulling some of last year’s gift wrap paper off of a roll, I saw how fascinated he was and how much fun he was having. Rather than stop him I allowed him to continue and grabbed my camera instead.
For about a half of an hour he enjoyed moving it around, hiding under it, and walking on top of it. It required no special sounds, no batteries. and he certainly needed no help. He found the prize inside — the paper core. That will be his favorite toy for a couple of days.