This week we have two prompts that mesh perfectly, like peanut butter and cup, or like hot chocolate and drizzle, or like really too and funny. The universe works in mysterious ways… sometimes it’s not always in your favor. Sometimes its not always in ways you think you want it to go, but need to trust the universe it’s what you need. Or something like that. Foreshadow. Not the same kind of fore as four, or not even the same kind of fore as head or skin. (Think about it… good. We’re on the same page!) This is very Hitchcock. I see this kind of image in my mind when I read subtitles on movies “ominous music”. We’ve all read that subtitle, yours may have been in another language, but you’ve read it. I love that even for the deaf we need to insist they know we are hearing ominous music. But do the deaf know what ominous music is? I know they hear rhythm and beats. But ominous? It’s like describing the color blue to a blind person who has never seen, nothing, not even the sky!
I also think of the poor chap who owns this boat. I paddle by it every morning. The stench is overwhelming. It’s (the boat, not the stench, or maybe the stench too I guess) always overcome with pelicans. Their poop is nasty! It’s like liquid cement. Stinky liquid cement gone bad decades ago.
Forget pelican poop for an instant if you can. You must at least try to forget about it, because I have another scent I want to share with you. Have you ever smelled burning electricity?
It’s a common fragrance in Mexico. Not in quiet little sleeping fishing villages, but in larger towns. Towns that grew too fast for their true capacity to develop, plan and expand. The smell and stench of electricity is frequent.
You can be walking down a sidewalk after a recent rainfall (other common occurrence in the summer – heavy sudden rain falls) and you’re in a puddle, and your nose sends a red alarm to your brain. First you smell the wetness. Then a sudden odor of burning electricity. Then the alarm goes off. Your brain connects the dots between smell, sight (you see cables, outlets, cables, too many plugs, and more cables, on the ground) then the dots lead to your feet, in the puddle, connected through dots to the cables, the smell, and the red alarms.
<Cue ominous music>
This week’s photo challenge is FORESHADOW