365-Day Project, Art, Creativity, Mystery, Photography

Day 156 – Shake It Up!

In a gentle way, you can shake the world. – Mahatma Gandhi

I am finally making progress on a mammoth project at work (those pesky registry keys) and it feels good to be able to see the end in sight. Progress is always a good thing, and seeing it is even better. Just like this blog, I cannot believe I’m already to day 156 of this 365-day project! It’s so surreal to see six months of archives listed. Wow.

Today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture is ready for your guessing pleasure. What does it look like to you?

What Is It?!?


What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 155)

Yay! We finally had some good guessing going on with yesterday’s picture, it sure had gotten quiet around here. But that’s mainly my fault since I wasn’t posting until way late in the night. Alas, better late than never, right?

So back to the picture. It looked like the business end of a broom. But it wasn’t. It looked like dry spaghetti, but it wasn’t that either. How about bamboo sticks? Nope. Paint brush? Not a paint brush. Hair? Not hair. How about “The broken ends of dreaming sea anemone?” LOL, not that either. “Looks like part of a thatched roof.” Ding ding ding! We have a winner. Indeed, what you saw was part of a thatched roof. Specifically, it was part of the roof of the Safari Ride line area at Animal Kingdom. Considering we were in that line for an hour, I had lots of time to take photographs. 🙂


4 thoughts on “Day 156 – Shake It Up!”

  1. As it turned out, it was all about memory.

    Chadwick Kirchmeier had spent a large portion of his long life fiddling about with stuff.
    At least that’s how his wife Veronica described it.
    They were both a bit forgetful but not so much that it caused problems.

    They were not what other people would consider old but they knew that life does not go on forever, at least not in these corporial bodies, and Chadwick wondered what might happen if one of both of them began to drift off into that unkind darkness.

    He was determined to gather all their memories together so that those who came after them would know who they had been, who they loved and who loved them.
    Neither of them could write well let alone type, and the idea of talking into one of those damn machines had little appeal, so Chadwick did what he had always done since they had been together; he improvised.

    For a long time he had known that the long metal fibers that can be found in certain wire brushes behave strangely if you heat them ever so slightly.
    They become a kind of ‘memory wire’ and they absorb the knowledge from whatever you put close to them. As far as he could tell the wire held that knowledge no matter what you did to it. So long as it remained intact, the knowledge remained intact, and even rust did not seem to diminish it.

    To retrieve the knowledge or memory it contained you simply stood close to it and remained very still. The memory would flash into your mind and stay there until you began to move.

    Most of the strands contained shared memories and they recorded them standing side by side because this is how they had been for most of their lives.

    When all the recordings were finished Chadwick and Veronica bundled them all together and put them in a cupboard in their kitchen.

    As their friends came to visit them over their remaining years they seemed drawn to this room and always remarked on how warm it was, even in the Winter.


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