Ask not for whom the fly buzzes.

Frog

I typed in “Oops” into the search engine on the page I use to find photos for this blog and the above picture was one of the ones that came up. I realize that this is the second post in a row that is based pretty much solely on photos I thought were interesting and I realize that this is pretty backwards as far as things go but I’ve got a deadline on Thursday, a story that isn’t a story, and I’m basically relying on magic and caffeine to somehow pull everything together for me while I switch off my brain and coast along. So this is what you get.

Really there wasn’t any chance of me doing anything but downloading this picture and throwing it on here once I saw it. I mean, look at that frog. Really look at him. I’ve never seen anything that captures my mindset while trying to work on a story more completely. I am that frog. Thoughtful. Precariously balanced. Green with orange hands.

And when you really think about it, aren’t we all, deep inside, frogs lost in thought sitting on lengths of chain?

I know I am.