Project 52 ~ Week 26 {Hidden Objects}

I've been sitting with this image for about five days now trying to come up with something magical to say about it. I always like to talk about the pictures when I post them. Tell the story of how it came to be. Muse about the different ideas that its theme has brought to mind. Craft a tale full of wit and poetry.

And as I look at this image now, the red hen hiding behind the opening of her little red house, I am struck with

 .....absolutely nothing.

Zip.

Zero.

Zilch.

Nada.

A big friggin' doughnut hole.

In fact, I can think of more ways to say "nothing" than I can things to say about this picture. It just doesn't inspire me. I have a theory on why.

Why, of course I'll tell you. Thank you for asking.

The reason for the lull in my creative flow, I believe, is due to this utterly ridiculous theme. And possibly the fact that the project sponsor's nine-year-old daughter picked it.

Really?

Seriously?

Are you kidding me?

You're joking right?

Is this for real?

See. I can come up with more ways to roll my eyes than I can things to say about this picture.

I can tell you three things about this picture:

1. It was taken during my Date Night with the Prince.
2. I had to wait a really looooonnnnnnnggggggg time for her to turn around poke her head out.
3. Sorry. Thought I could come up with three. I've only got two.

I briefly thought about taking this Hidden Objects theme to another level and really pouring out all of the feelings that I have about hiding my true self. That I feel so often lately that I'm wearing a mask and not allowing the real me to show through. Why do we feel the need to wear masks? What are we hiding from? Is it fear or low self-esteem or are we just obsessed with Halloween?

But....I don't know. That just seemed a little....what? Cliche and deep and self-indulgent? Yeah, pretty much.  I'm just not in the mood to go there.  I've got laundry to fold and errands to run and kids to clean up after and a bunch of other crap I've got to do.  I don't have time to think about the business of hiding any more.  You, however, are more than welcome to roll it around if you'd like.  Think about your own mask and why you wear it and what you're hiding from and what you're thinking about dressing up as for Halloween.

And if you can come up with something full of magic, wit and poetry to say about this chick, please don't hesitate to share.  My screen is always open.

So...I guess that's it.

That's all I've got.

I'm tapped out.

This is me....signing off.

Over and out.

That's all she wrote.

The End.