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Zombies and Chile Pepper Lights

Can you say eclectic?
Snapping haphazard photos is a thing of mine.   I shot this sign because it was so utterly random.  It’s strange, but smile worthy and stirs the brain.    Straight away the Sesame Street ditty “One of these things is not like the other.  One of these things just doesn’t belong…” came to mind.  Come to think about it, none of the items are like the other.  With more than slight hesitation, you are probably wondering where I’m going…I am too.

Staring at the picture until my eyes almost crossed, it dawned on me that it represents different people, times or seasons in our lives.  Sometimes we walk around like zombie dolls.  We’re not dead, just mostly dead; going through the motions of participating, but it’s a hollow, not-real existence.  The fortunate thing is that our arms are out in front of us (we’ve seen the zombie walk) so if we do start to fall our hands will catch us.

Chile pepper lights!  Can you say” hot tamale and a red hot”?  Those are the days when everything on your to-do list is accomplished before lunch without even breaking a sweat.   Invigorated, the red glow of zeal for the next project, adventure or undertaking is only a light plug away.

At the end of the day, we are all funky folk art.  Zombie bits and pieces of chile peppers that have been twisted together to make us unique.  We are quirky, misshapen and just plain offbeat, but original pieces of art.  A mishmash of odds and ends that have been gathered, assembled, hot-glued and strung into something that brings beauty, whimsy and hope to those we meet; possibly with an almost pee-your-pants belly laugh.

With my camera poised, Sesame Street bouncing in my head, here’s to zombie days, chile pepper nights and the emerging hip, funky artistry of me!


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