It’s Just Corn


We were driving for a day trip of adventure.

We topped a hill on a foggy day,

And saw this.

I love the image.

It feels ghosty like.

I like the darkness

And the softness of it.

And I don’t know what to think of it any more.

As I sit here trying to write I can’t get the images and horrors of what happened in France out of my thoughts.  I’m looking at this picture that I made a point of having my husband stop the car so I could go take about dozen or so pictures because I just liked the image.  It’s that simple, an image, of just corn.  And it made me happy enough I wanted to take a picture.

I don’t think I am a simpleton for enjoying such an image.  I think I am happy enough with life that there are things that just are.   Things that are pleasant, things that are enjoyable, things that are simple-and yet important for their very simplicity.

This picture, of this corn, now bothers me.

While I was out, taking a break from my normal responsible life-others were planning murder.

I can’t process it.

I don’t live my life hating on others who do not believe as I do.

I don’t live my life hating on others who do not talk like me, look like me, pray or don’t pray like me.

And while I’m trying to write something positive and joyful there are people out there who are purposefully creating hate, horror and mayhem.  And there are people who’s lives have been altered beyond my comprehension.

It may be wrong of me.  But from my experience as a human being, I cannot create that kind of emotion or thought or action against another human being.   And those who can, don’t seem human to me at all.

I’m not sure how to articulate my feelings right now.   I just know that I took that picture on a day I spent enjoying my part of the world.  And now this stupid picture reminds me that while I was out taking pictures and appreciating life, others were out there planning to destroy life.

For lack of articulation, it just pisses me off.