One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. – Friedrich Nietzsche
Today’s mystery “what is it?!?” picture is ready for your guessing pleasure. Do you know? Can you tell?
What Is It?!?
What Was That?!? Yesterday’s Picture (Day 348)
Every time I go somewhere new, I always take my camera because I know I’ll find at least a couple of “what is it?!?” pictures, and yesterday’s is another example. Cee said, “Looks like burlap? Or a sweater?” Ding ding ding! It is indeed burlap. 😀 Jude started with, “A seagrass carpet?” Not a seagrass carpet but interesting perspective. “Hessian then? Looks like that sort of raw woven fabric / rug” Not that either. “A sack?” Well, the subject usually is in the form of a sack.
Yes, what you saw was burlap, which is normally used as a sack, but in this case, was a table decoration at a holiday party in a barn. Pretty creative use, eh?
Schelley Cassidy Photography 
A leaf?
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Not a leaf.
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Cookie?
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Not a cookie.
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Dead leaf from an oak or a rose?
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Not a dead leaf for an oak or rose.
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A potato chip? lol
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Not a potato chip.
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Pita bread?
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Not pita bread.
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Is it food?
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Not food.
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well if it is food, I would say it looks just like something my husband made earlier when he cooked up some crispy potatoes (and eggs and some beans to make his version of huevos) and well, the crispy thin layer of potato looks like your picture – I know it is a long shot….but…. well… hmmm
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Funny, I just made crispy potatoes the other night, too! And I even thought about taking a picture. But I didn’t. 😉 This isn’t food.
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Brown paper bag?
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Not a brown paper bag.
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My first impression?… an old flint arrowhead
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And you are correct! DING DING DING! It is an old arrowhead. My family is Cherokee and my grandfather had a lot of old Indian relics, and this arrowhead is one of them. I had to take a picture for my son’s History Project, so I decided to use this for a mystery subject. 😀
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I have a small collection left to me by a great uncle many years ago and have found a few over the years. They are such a great connection to local history.
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They sure are. When I hold one I think of the first person to take that rock and form it into an arrowhead.
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And when you find one in plowed field, pick it up, and realize that you are probably the first person to hold it since its owner let it fly. How many years ago? At what? I actually wrote about it several years ago…
http://thequietway.wordpress.com/2007/08/14/digging/
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That was beautiful.
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Wow, what a wonderful dialogue between you and Mic. I never would have guessed an arrowhead. Fabulous. I’m still smiling.
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That’s what I love most about this blog, connecting with others. My grandpa used to find these without even having to dig, out in Oklahoma and Mississippi (where they farmed later in life). I’ve done a lot of ancestry research since my mom died, and I’ve found where my Cherokee ancestors lived before being forced to move to Oklahoma. So these arrowheads have special meanings to me. I’ve also got a stone ax head, which is just really, really cool. I could go on and on, this just fascinates me! Anyway, glad you liked. 😀
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I am interested, too. I would love to see them. How fascinating. What hard lives they must have lived back then. Can you imagine being hungry and trying to bring down food for your children? Winter coming on. A storm blowing up out of nowhere, and finding shelter in the bracken. Imagination, it just gets out of control… I used to live in NC and the Trail of Tears was so sad. Such a shameful past we have in this country.
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Brenda, I’ll be sure to take some pictures and do a blog post about these old relics. Life really was hard back then, my grandfather and his older brother were both on their own at ages 6 and 12. I cannot even fathom … And I agree about what a shameful past our country bears. In Tallahassee, we have a Springtime Parade commemorating Andrew Jackson of all people. I’ve boycotted the parade ever since I graduated from high school (I used to march in the band back then) because Jackson was such an awful person, especially toward the Native Americans. One of my favorite places to visit here is the Lake Jackson Indian Mounds, which is just right up the road from where we live. It makes me feel connected to Mother Earth. That picture of Ian on the path in the woods was taken at the Indian Mounds.
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You are in Tallahassee? I have a friend of a friend in Tallahassee living with her Aunty, up on a hill. I bet you would like her. I need to be out in nature, too, although I think I’m mostly of European descent. We were not rich landowners, though.
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I am a “Tallahassee Lassie,” born and raised here. Never escaped! I’ve actually a “Heinz 57” variety, including Cherokee, Irish, Scottish, and English. But my family is all from up North, both parents were from Indiana. Did you know the Native American translation for Tallahassee is “seven hills?” Interesting and small world, isn’t it?
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My parents are from Ohio and Michigan. My friend lives on one of the hills. A Tallahassee Lassie, I like that.
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