At some point over the summer (I can't believe another one has passed), Mr. Betty and I came upon a mess of roses floating in the bay. They were in the channel, actually, right at the entrance to the harbor, and looked like the typical clump of grass, seaweed, bubbles (and trash) until we were nearly on top of them. They became far more lovely, of course, after we "saw" them — really looked — to realize what they were and why they were likely there.
Anyway, that got me thinking — and I was reminded of it again the other day (I'm reminded of it frequently) — how familiar things often suggest different things when removed from their usual contexts. How things that climb, drag, bob and float can make you really think about climbing, dragging, bobbing, floating. They may even mark the way ...
And don't get me started on knots. Thorns. Barnacles. Certainly not waves.
That's an incomplete thought — a real mess (a bit of trash??). Just thought I'd throw it out there ...
