In itself, the photo is nothing exceptional. But as I took it yesterday, a loud man’s voice broke in, asking me first what I was doing, before adding that it was forbidden. I walked across the street, and showed the concerned neighbor exactly what I had photographed i.e. autumn foliage. As often happens when somebody snaps at you, and discovers he/she was wrong to do so, the man did not apologize, nor laugh; he simply turned around, and walked back into his house. The net result of this encounter being that I’ve developed an inordinate attachment to this photograph; it will appear as the Photo of the Day on the community blog, and I sent it along as a birthday greeting to a relative.
There are days like that: where motives are questioned; values challenged; character and personality given the House of Mirrors treatment editorial cartoonists use with varying degrees of wit and finesse. The saving grace being fiction, at least, for a fiction writer. Same as a journalist covering an event, the writer can’t be observing her own and someone else’s behavior, and totally letting fly with the outrageous statement on the tip of her tongue – thus 1) sparing both her own and someone else’s legitimate pride and self-respect and 2) reserving the better nonsense for storyland.
Storyland in which most of the main characters in story are now poised for some momentous event or another. Fiction allows, and even demands that issues be resolved or somewhat tidied up before the words The End intervene. Thank you fiction, where the crow may fly in a straight line, and cut across endlessly meandering rivers.