Day 3894: Fruit Salad and a 4 year old.

  

"Attacks": photo, collage, digital.

 

 * PS Alert: My significant other (Mac Pro laptop) is still ill, and not himself. I am not able to format, so things are out of place.

                                         

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Fruit Salad?

Speaking of perfect foods, an elephant living at the Berlin Zoo has learned how to peel a banana! Pang Pha, an Asian elephant at the zoo, is such a little princess (seriously, a researcher even called her that) that she somehow convinced her zoo caretakers to peel her bananas before feeding her. Usually, elephants just scarf them down whole, but the discerning Pang Pha needed a little culinary flair. Years later, she figured out how to do it herself, wowing her caretaking team. They alerted a group of researchers who study how elephant trunks work. While the team had seen elephants peel bananas before, they were eager to record her peeling skills to study how elephants use their amazing trunks to adapt to their environment. Plus, Pang Pha of course has to add a little drama: she rips the peel open with her trunk and flings the banana on the ground to free it.

*Blog revisit: Day 83 - October 14, 2012 

 ...  3811 days ago?

Seems quite a while ago, but I used to be four.

I did the above composition 21 years ago, 

                  as part of my digital timeline.

This was taped on the back of a 8x10". I think it must have been in the Hollywood technique of extolling many talents, and worry about delivering them later? I do remember some tap and ballet. Oh, and I sat on a pony that went in a circle.

My Dad said this was a cover for a ladies magazine. I never saw a copy. And, this is Hollywood folks.

 

In 2002,  at UCI, I was assigned a digital project ... to combine photos and write a storyline.  Because I was also developing my digital timeline,  I used this photo of me at four. Below is what I came up with.

Some relatives have said it is sad, I didn't mean for it to be. It's just what flowed from somewhere deep inside.

* the words are hard to read, so below is the text ...

She was four. Not a beauty, yet not all the way plain. 

Tiny, not tall. Brown hair, and browner eyes. Probably not unlike any four year old, except for her quiet intensity. A seriousness uncommon to so young. 

A single child, loved by handsome parents. But they had their own problems, both individually and together which left the girl with lots of alone time. Time for thoughts and dreams. Maybe, in some ways, she was older than either of her parents, but she seemed to accept that as a given.

She could sit alone in her parents closet, occupied by her thoughts, oblivious to the shouting coming from the nearby kitchen. She wasn’t there as punishment, rather by choice. She had visions of places far away, exotic people and locals where she had been or would be ... 

 

 

A great 6+ minute video, Old Elephant, here.

 

Just because ...

  

Mariana Fruit Dove

 

Smiles for Monday ...

 

  

  

 

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