Brendan, Francine, Josh and I were Saturday morning TV junkies. We lived for cartoons. My personal favorite was Johnny Quest, though we all zoned out to the Road Runner.
The odd thing is that what's stuck the firmest in my memory banks are not the cartoons themselves, but the jingles and commercials. Of course this was all by design. These things were meant to be etched permanently. Good job.
On occasion (OK just about every day) I entertain my friends at Starbucks by breaking into spontaneous and exuberant song; it's not uncommon for these jingles to find me and inspire me in this way. I know I am loved in the workplace for this. It is my gift to the world.
Thank me later, oh dear partners.
Lately though, I've begun to entertain myself by singing when alone. Certainly my repertoire is mostly real songs, but for some reason I punctuate moments in my life with the jingles and commercial tunes. I seem to be particularly fond of this activity at night while driving. Luckily for me I'm all alone out in the countryside, else I'd likely have had some fellow traveler call 911 on me.
The other night I again found myself hypnotized by the night sky. I've posted in the past about this, and shot and shared pictures. I don't seem to be able to stop.
I think a good deal of my persistence in this is the technical challenge of shooting in the dark. Part of it is that it's just beautiful and always changing, and then part of it is because it's just fun. It's also a bit odd. I did have a highway patrolman pull over as I was reviewing my images on the side of the road once last month. He seemed baffled.
Oh yes...and I usually sing while I shoot. I didn't sing for the cop.
So far the cows don't seem to mind. I sing for them all the time.
"...I don't believe it! I don't believe it! The things I can do with my Spirograph!"
Sing along if you know the tune...
Here's a couple I did lately. One here in Calaveras County out back of the house, and the other at Brendan's old house in Seattle the night we were moving his stuff. He's the ghost on the porch.
He came upon me as I was lying on the ground across the street to get the shot. I'm sure he thought I was hammered or insane or both. I don't remember if I was singing at the time. Either way, he's used to me by now. So are my friends at work. Local law enforcement may well have a bulletin out...I don't know. I think the cows are only just beginning to understand.
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