This is a picture, not taken, during the briefest of milliseconds on a rural Hill-county road, while driving at a high rate of speed and rounding a corner, of a bird's breast before slamming explosively onto and then off of the driver's windshield, making me wonder about the whole ephemerality of life, and also the interrelatedness, given I had just stopped to view an eagle's nest...
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This is a picture, not taken, of an older, medium-sized truck well past its prime, spruced up with a graffiti-type spray paint job boldly declaring King Ice, the truck taking its left-turn too quickly as it leaked a stream of water from multiple areas, the water quickly evaporating on a hot summer day.
These are two pictures, not taken, of a fat and hairy caterpillar, together giving a sense of Deja vu. The caterpillar was slowly undulating in a psychedelic manner, from the white highway dividing line, across my path, towards the safety of the field. Enough of them were on the road to make me question the long-term survival of their species.
This is a picture, not taken, of a car, stuck in backed up traffic, bolting from the left lane to the middle, oddly trying to move to the right lane, but at the last second returning to the left lane, just in time to run a red light -- which a police officer just happened to notice...
This is a picture, not taken, of a coral-colored dragon with dark purple on top, floating majestically in a baby-blue sky, slowly and stately keeping pace with my car as buildings, billboards, and powerlines zip in front of it, all the while the coral gradually fades into darkness and my journey ends...
This is a picture, not taken, of a man in a bright green flowing dress with spikes on his head and a torch in his hand gesticulating wildly to passing cars, imploring them to file their taxes RIGHT NOW, standing next to a big sign counting down the number of days left to his temporary job..
This is a picture, not taken, of a ordinary, everyday traffic situation: waiting for a light to turn green, when, out of the blue, the winds kick up and the skies darken as a blizzard of dead oak leaves starts swirling around my car, all tornado-like, to the point where I'm wondering if I should duck-and-cover until it blows away a few seconds later...
This is a picture, not taken, of two very different little twins: the girl being conscientious, saying hello to people and stepping out of the way of an employee mopping the floor, and the boy being rambunctious, running all over the floor and accidentally pushing a display case into people.
This is a picture, not taken, of a normal glance in the rear view mirror and seeing a woman dressed in a fur jacket with a stuffed toy hanging from her rear view mirror, the two looked so startlingly similar, that I wondered if I was in an alternate universe where people looked like their knickknacks.
This is a picture, not taken, of a group of young men, one in particular walking backwards rapidly with his arms wide open talking, bragging, or bantering it's unclear. What is clear is that the old man he ran into is none to pleased and looks impotently in fustration, brushing his drink off of his shirt as the man keeps walking away...
This is a picture, not taken, of three protesters taking a break, their signs warning of global warming laying forgotten on the ground beside them while they stand in a tiny circle, smoking...
This is a picture, not taken, of signs along the interstate highway, brightly lit, for as bright as the dense foggy night will allow them, seemingly hovering in the air, as the fog obscures the posts, the effect is one of a constellation of advertising moons...
This is a picture, not taken, of a cat staring at me from my backyard porch, the said cat's first ever appearance was notable enough for me to race around for a camera, but, upon returning, the feline was nowhere to be found, and has now moved into the realms of ninja-cathood and will affect many future half-remembered dreams to come...
This is a picture, taken, of a pie's potential, before a taste is taken, all of its attributes tantalizingly dancing around, many scenarios battling for supremacy, the chance that it could fall short in flavor, texture, or taste, opposed to the possibility that it could make someone's day unexpectedly, all these and many more balanced precariously on a knife's edge as it plunges down towards cleaving the first slice...
This is a picture, not taken, while driving on a downward sloping interstate highway, of 3 vehicles traveling at a high rate of speed with their hazard blinkers on,weaving in and out of traffic,at the same time as others periodically changing lanes,making the highway field look like the red and yellow lights of a Christmas tree and the cars look like Pachinko balls bouncing back and forth as they fall towards Austin...
This is a picture, not taken, of a woman carrying around a small, black poodle like a football, nestled snugly in her arm, the dog looking around as people unknowingly jostled into it, more intent on shopping than the welfare of an innocent creature...
This is a picture, not taken, of a large, heavy-set man browsing a display case of hats, picking up the bright-pink baseball cap with both the Superman logo and the word Jesus on it and contemplate trying in on...
This is a picture, not taken, of a cloudless sunset. The sky, bordering on a light-polluted black at the apex moves down to dark-blue, then light blue, past Venus, to a yellow orange and finally to a bright burnt-orange resting deep in the heart of Texas...
This is a picture, not taken, of a cloudless twilight sky that was all shades of blue, indigo, and violet. Two planes, flying off to exotic locales in the sunset were poised like comets -- their contrails colored in fiery hues of red and orange.
Said concrete pillar must have been 50 feet long, perched on top of a wide-load trailer. And it was currently situated to cause as much ensnarlment as possible. The route it was taking across some nameless intersection in Belton, Texas was one that traffic planners had not considered. So it was currently stopped in the road as the handlers considered how to extricate themselves...
All of this was spied during a brief moment in time as I sped southward down IH-35...
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