3.23.2013

people on the trails.

there's the photographer sparingly capturing a young family of three. the little one, a boy with a blue plaid shirt on, doesn't want to cooperate. it takes the grandmother's silly facial expressions to keep him smiling, and gummy bear bribes to keep him from sliding off his mother's lap. a wagon of vintage artifacts is next to the photographer, who sits stationary instead of shooting up close. i almost want to nudge her, tell her not to be afraid of getting the details and the nitty gritty. i almost want to tell her to continue to click the shutter instead of three shots every five minutes. i almost want to tell her to involve herself with the boy, giving his imagination something to work with. but i sit, let them be. i'm only passing by.

there's the older married couple talking as quickly as they're walking without any indication of the world around them. 

there are several who run and walk for exercise, going quickly but slow enough to smile my way. 

there's a tall, bearded man and a boy (older, this time), who's possibly his son, doing pull-ups on the bar next to the bench i stand next to. the man makes it look easy. the boy struggles. as they walk away, the man says, "see how it is? it gets easier after awhile, doesn't it?" "yeah." "that's like just about everything in life. it's hard at first, but if you keep trying, if you keep working at it, it gets easier. and the rewards come."

there's the man with a football jersey and a slouchy cap, walking as though disinterested, on his phone texting someone about something they may not be important to either of them. i wonder why he's here. 

and then there's the woman who i see for but five seconds, hands clasped behind her back as she crosses one of the many bridges the trails have. she is older, with silvery hair and sunglasses atop her head. she moves at andante (walking speed), taking everything in. but what gets me was her smile, maybe smirk is a better description, perpetual, as if to say "what a beautiful day it is. what a beautiful world we live in. such a shame not many people stop to look." 

just some observations from this evening's bike ride.
-kiss kiss kiss, someday soon-

14 comments :

  1. I love how you tell stories, dear!

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  2. Wow, the way this is written...you just know how to take something so ordinary, and turn it into something completely fascinating, like you did in this post. It's so beautiful. <3
    xx
    Mandy

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  3. walks down wooded paths give me feels. mm, too good.

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  4. people watching -- my favorite. love the way you tell a story. :)

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  5. thanks for making our days better everytime you post!

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  6. you're such a fantastic story teller Jocee! So good!:)

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  7. an·dan·te (än-dänt, n-dnt) Music
    adv. & adj. Abbr. and.
    In a moderately slow tempo, usually considered to be slower than allegretto but faster than adagio. Used chiefly as a direction.
    n.

    It may be wise to invest in a dictionary.

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    1. maybe the sentence wasn't phrased correctly, but i see andante as "walking speed." to say "she walks andante," felt a bit redundant so regardless of whether it fit perfectly in the context i decided to use it because i like it. :)

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  8. What a great story. I can visualize it perfectly in my head.

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  9. Your writing is so real and beautiful. People watching is simply wonderful. Annnd so was this post. I was listening to good 'ole retro music and then I read your post....and it was perfect. :D

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  10. I'm inspired to go out, stop & see what today the world holds for me.

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  11. I love this post, mainly because it gives me a very clear and vivid picture of what you see and take in and the things you mull over. you're lovely.
    xx

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  12. awwww.. I love this. <3

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sometimes i do not understand why you guys like me so much, but the fact that you do (and that you keep coming around) makes me happier than you can even imagine.

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