As recently as today, a dear co-worker told me he thinks I’m as bat-shit crazy as they come. This assessment was delivered with a smile and, quite honestly – coming from him – I took it as a compliment. I’m glad my brain is able to forge connections – however far-fetched – where others might see nothing out of the ordinary. In childhood, I had plenty of time to lay on my back, stare at the clouds, and let my imagination tell me what I saw. So – don’t judge me – this one will probably be perceived as rather silly, but when I saw it, I thought it was rather marvelous.
The random spattering from our baked chicken dinner the other night created a rather desolate looking, stark, fire ravaged forest landscape on the walls of the baking dish. There is something almost calligraphic about the contorted lines and shapes. Not sure why I thought it was so special, but I did. And certainly, quirky enough to be shared as this week’s vignette.