It's funny that at the ocean, seagulls are an awful nuisance. They try to steal my food; they rummage through unattended bags; they squawk obnoxiously; and, most disgustingly, they defecate on everything. I despise them!
But anytime I encounter a seagull elsewhere, their raucous calls and soaring wings press memories upon me of warm afternoons passed lounging at Owen Park on the Vineyard, whale-watching adventures on my first visits to Boston, or one of the best days I ever spent when DW and I visited the Harbor Islands. Sometimes, I swear I can smell the sea. All brought to me by the cry of a seaside pest, heard far ashore.
Context is a curious thing.
My posts are mostly long, rambling attempts to deal with thoughts about my life and my world. If you are interested in coming along on my stream of consciousness, maybe we will eventually get somewhere...but maybe not.
About Me
If the world is right, if this music of the cafes, these mass enjoyments of these Americanized men who are pleased with so little are right, then I am wrong, I am crazy. I am in truth the Steppenwolf!
-Hermann Hesse
-Hermann Hesse
2 comments:
Oddly enough, I've yet to find myself in a context where seagulls were anything to be other than wondrous creatures.
But then again, I also think squirrels are adorable...
Squirrels are adorable... until they destroy your birdfeeders, gnaw through your dustbins, and infest you with their Bubonic-plague carrying fleas. Again, it's not the animal itself; it's the context that decides the matter.
And seagull sh** is disgusting; I don't care who you are. :)
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