The Deception of Wooded Areas
Looks are deceiving. Some of the best three-word sentences have helped to produce the greatest essays, short-stories and commentaries. Why should this one be any different? By the time you read this sentence, you have glanced at the photo and your mind begun to wander. And wonder. Might as well toss that one in. Photos like paintings are deceptive. Sometimes deceptive can be describing the writer or painter. Personally, I am not deceptive, but I love the ability of creating those three-word sentences.
In your first glance at the photo above, do you recall your first question? With your permission, may I ask that your first query might have been: why is this picture on this piece? And that is a great example of Sensible Deduction. You are even wondering right now why I chose to publish such a photo. I know why. And when you too, know my reasoning, you will somehow find an area of agreement with me.
Have you seen everything with your naked eye that can be seen in this photo? This is not a trick question, so don't sull-up with me. I do not play games. And this is not another installment of SAW. I hated those films. What a complete waste of digital creativity. Let me deduce the SAW offerings to the most-menial of places: what was the point? Did you feel this way when you had finished the first SAW?
There is an elevated railroad system in this photo. Just the thing for a teenage guy to climb on, jump from, and let his imagination roar to life. I never had the luxury of playing near a railroad. I can put that on my "Deprived From Youth List," and to my dying day, resent that fact. My dad might have, if I had begged him, rode the country with me to find an elevated railroad and let me play on the structure for about two hours. That would have been enough for me. Even at a puny kid, I was not greedy.
There is also a swamp somewhere in this photo. This isn't a swamp, or just an elevated railroad, but heaven in a kid's imagination. The only monsters in "this" swamp are those of a teenage guy's imagination--the monsters can go, come, fly and walk. Even sit down and talk to the teenage guy running his imagination. Oh, how I wish that I had been raised near a patch of wooded land with a swamp and an elevated railroad for me to have as my very own playground. Well, not just "my very own," that is selfish. I would like for a few few of my buddies to come over and play games with me in these woods. What a great day out of school. What a better summer vacation when school was out.
And if the teenage guy's imagination should grow weary of such a lush, peaceful place to unleash his imagination, this wooded area would be THE ideal place to hide from my parents, teachers, police officers, doctors, nurses, neighbors, anyone anywhere. I would be invisible for all of them. Oh, sure, they all could organize and carry battery-operated flashlights yelling, "Keeennneeethhhh! Wheereee aarreeee yyyoouuuuu?" I would just keep still and chuckle silently while the search parties shuffle by. What a deceptive thing that I have just created.
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