A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.
“I’ve got the power!”
“You’re so arrogant. Do you actually think you’re a backhoe?”
“Sure, look at this bucket. I could scoop you right up and throw you into next week.”
“Hmph… I doubt that. If you’re so great, why aren’t you out digging holes or something.”
“I could. I could scoop more dirt than you have rust.”
“Uh huh. You’re not even an attractive color.”
“But I’ve got lights. They flash too. People see me coming.”
“You’re an old car having a mid-life crisis. You can’t keep up with the young hoes.”
“And you’re just a rust bucket.”
Favorite Friday Feedback (F3) from last week’s #FF story goes to Doug at http://ironwoodwind.wordpress.com/. He said, “Ansel Adams meets Richard Dawkins? I like this story and the questions it raises. Could be Thoreau talking too. Well done.” I think he got what I was talking about and his comment summed it up so well.
Humans who spend time in the wilderness, alone, without man-made mechanical noise around them, often discover that their brain begins to recover its ability to discern things. —Robert Anderson