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A Wayne Thiebaud - esque last supper

11/10/2021

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Yesterday I sat outside in a lawn chair eating salad and a sandwich. Yes the date at the top of this post is correct. It is warm enough still to sit comfortable in the sun in November. The night's get cold and we have had enough of a frost to kill off most of the things pollinators live to...well pollinate. It's also taken away what these little fellas eat. So there are far fewer of them about and yesterday my normal reaction to shoo them away was taken over by a fascination to watch and the feeling of empathy that came over me.

This could be this hornet's last supper I thought. His last days of being. Is there a hornet heaven? Will it come back as a chihuahua? Or was this all its mortal coil had to give?

I think about this stuff sometimes.

So I began making some iphono photos because it is how I deal with this fleeting f life.
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When I was done making photos, I carefully scraped off the food and bug onto the little plastic table so this being could still eat whatever it was trying to eat.

​And it stayed there.


I admit this little act made me feel good. I was able to be a friend to a fellow creature, even though this fella's relatives in the bee-hornet-world have been known to send me scurrying for Benadryl and hop in a car for a ride to the ER.

Still, they don't mean it, and this bee-ing sure did me no harm.

After I looked over the photos I began adjusting them within the edit feature in the Photos app on my phone. One move I made really saturated colors and it really reminded me of the artist Wayne Thiebald. So I pushed that idea as far as the equipment would allow. And I came up with something I thought really resembled a Thiebald.

Then a strange thing happened about an hour later, one of the art groups I follow on Facebook began posting Thiebald's works. Now, up until this point,  I had only thought these thoughts and not shared them with a soul. I didn't even utter them out loud for Siri and I didn't even look him up or  type his name - I just thought it.

So then I began getting all conspiracy theory wondering about Big Brother watching every move anyhow. Facebook is a scary thing and Google is even scarier.

Then I realized I'm over dramatizing and this stuff happened way before the inter webs. And no I con't think my COVID vaccine planted a microchip in me to read my every thought.

This was just a cool coincidence - one that made me think we're even more energy and spiritually connected than we really know.

​So I hope this wasp lived or is living out it's days as best as it can and I hope we all get to do the same. Maybe someday when I'm nearing the end and wandering aimlessly, someone will share a little bit of their salad and sandwich with me and not shoo me away.

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