Wednesday, November 16, 2011


I know I've used this image before.  Not this exact one.  I just snapped this one today.  But a similar one.  Or maybe even "ones".  I may keep returning to this theme.  It's just that a flock of birds . . and they're not all the same kind . . gathered on wires like this just fascinates me.

When I was a little kid, there was a big tree in an alley about a half a block from my home.  It was called "the Big Tree."  I don't remember what kind of tree it was but it was huge and was easily climbed by a young squiggler such as myself.  I could get high in the tree and not be seen from the ground because of the leaves.  And there were places where the branches formed hollows and resting places, where I could lie back and contemplate the universe.  Or maybe the hurts and insults I had been dealt on any given day.  It was my hiding place.  I can remember that there were some wires that ran through the very top of the tree.  Probably telephone wires.  But I can remember one particularly dark day when I climbed to where I could easily reach those wires and I leaned forward and took one of them into my mouth.  I had no idea what would happen.  I assumed maybe instant death.

That must have been a particularly dark day.  But what happened?  Nothing.  I think there was only about a voltage of 9 volts in those wires and low amperage.  Had they been electrical wires, I think I would have had to have instant contact with two of them at the same exact instant to do any harm.

Who knows why kids in their moments of despair . . now long forgotten . . do the things they do?

Well.  I know this.  This photo I took today and these dark thoughts gave me a reason to introduce the great K.D. Lang in a bravura performance.  Bird On A Wire.


  1. I'm glad the darkness didn't get you that day!

    Love the song...

  2. As we used to say about the DJ's--that was one helluva a talk up to the tune.

    Congrats and know also I've never known anyone else
    who has tried to bite high wires.

    Whas da matter wit you boy?

  3. Wow, that's what I call getting your teeth into it. Happy to see it turned out okay.

  4. Childhood can be hard. They say that if it doesn't kill you it will make you stronger. Anyway, aren't you glad the wires weren't hot? Look at all the great stuff you would have missed.

    We haven't eaten at the Fireside Grill yet. We seem to get stuck in a rut and go to the same old places all the time.

  5. Oh, I'd probably touched the wires before and knew they weren't a danger to me.

    Sometimes you just have to fly without a net.


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