Riding the Eggbeater
Is this my life now?
Here I am perched atop a one-pedaled eggbeater, balancing on a rope strung across a deep and rocky canyon, using my Edward Gorey umbrella (happy 100th Mr. Gorey), eyeing the treacherous landscape of today’s political shit show below, unable to focus on the beauty because my survival seems questionable. Counting on my tense fingers and toes, it’s going to take 1,406 more days to reach the other side of this presidency.
It’s tempting to let myself be distracted from this predicament by happy thoughts of my future granddaughter’s upcoming birth in a few weeks. Wobble wobble whoa, that brings worries of the disappearing world of women’s rights that she is entering. All the women in her family have fought hard for her right to vote, her right to be paid equally, her right to have authority over her own body, her right to be safe from abusive men, her right to health care, and her right to be whoever she is, as she lives her life as an equal human being.
If I fall into that river below, can I tread water for 1,406 days? Use my umbrella as a flotation device? Mr. Rogers says look for the helpers. I hope they’ll catch me if I slip.
May everyone I know and love, and all other precious human beings, be safe.
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Image backstory:
The canyon was created by combining bits and pieces of my vacation photos during a 2015 trip to Arizona, Utah and Nevada. The rest of this portrait was created in my basement studio with at least 162 clicks of the camera, masking, layers, compositing, and tweaking of colors, light and shadows:
Does it help even the slightest to know that you are NOT alone?
This is beautifully done! And it's definitely a feeling lately.