Wearing stripes
When I awoke this morning, long before my first cup of coffee, I could tell that something was different. A change in my universe. During the early morning hours the house had been invaded bye bees. Two of them. Not actual insects. Rather a baby and a dog artfully disguised with yellow and black stripes. Hey I would include photos but they have since flown away. Let me add the large dog with stripes is visible even to me. No buzzing sound. Just a visual clue then I should step carefully. To clarify this was a celebration after a fashion. I still don’t know the whole back story but the baby and the dog we’re in costume for a photography moment. My parents did not do things like that. Looking back through old photo albums the closest I could come was to find myself sitting on the grass near a house. The house is still there. I think it is important to point out that those who can do capture memories using a camera. Only the subject matter changes. I wish I had been given a bee costume when I was still young enough to appreciate how snazzy it was or is. Perhaps I should shop and see if I can find something that will fit me all these years later. Then I could go out and sit on the grass near a house and hope that a photographer came along to record that moment in my history. Just a thought. The dog never even notest. Some dogs get used to being costumed. And babies until they acquire the right level of language also forget those moments. Unless confronted with a photo that gives witness to the crimes of fashion committed by a parent.
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