Today, I have a little puzzle for us to solve …or not.
My question is: Can you spot anything strange about the picture above?
Oh yes, you surely can.
I took the picture of this lovely and cheery gentleman the other day. But maybe I shouldn’t have seen the whole thing, because from that moment on I’ve been completely confused, perplexed, and bewildered. BECAUSE I SAW IT WITH MY OWN EYES! AND IT WAS REAL! So how on Earth does this man float above the Earth? How? I need to know! I want my sleep back! I want my peace back! I want a Mars bar!
It proves that I don’t write and think about food only. Sometimes I leave my kitchen for a little while to go for a trip and visit some strange places. (Hm, now that I think about that trip, I just remembered that I had a really awesome sandwich prior to taking these photos. It was yummy!)
Anyhow, in my life there surely are other issues than food that catch my attention.
Like, food photography, for example.
Oh, yeah, you’re right. That’s still very much about food.
Hm, there has to be something else that interests me. I am a sensitive and caring human being, after all.
YES, now I remembered!
The next thing I really care about are my personal issues.
They are fun!
For example, I like to climb onto very strange vehicles. They carry my high in the mountains. But that’s not the issue. This one is simple to solve. I’m too lazy to walk and too eager to take nice pics from high above.
The issue that I want to talk about is my nervous breakdown that I seem to go through each time I find myself in a stressful situation.
The breakdown lasts for about five minutes.
And it’s wild.
And on this particular trip it started right after they had sat me in the blue chair that you see in the picture.
Right now, when I am taking this picture, I am cursing the day this insane passenger ropeway was built. I am cursing the grass below for not being more soft and cushy. I am giving my man a threatening look because he dares to breath and rock our seats as a result. And most of all, I am cursing myself for not wearing a parachute on my back.
Mere five minutes later I am the king of the world. I am enjoying the cool fresh air, I am reveling in the beauty around and I am tapping my man on the knee saying: “Lovely, huh?”.
I can’t reverse that thing although I know it is coming.
When the stress begins I get convinced that I am a goner any time soon.
When the five minutes have passed and I come to my senses a wide smile appears on my face and you wouldn’t find a more careless person in the whole wide world.
But those five minutes – you don’t want to be near me when they are happening.
You just don’t.
Which makes me think of my man right now. Poor him, he gets to be near me all the time.
Lord, bless his kind and precious heart.
I doubt this guy has his 5 beastly minutes.
Though, he might – when he meets a photographer who takes photos right IN HIS FACE.
Luckily, we were heading in opposite directions. Which is the only occasion when I dare take pictures of strangers.
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