Anyone who slogs their way through this post will be treated to a road map of how my mind works. (Some will likely argue that it is more evidence that my mind doesn’t work, but I won’t dignify that argument with a response!)
The word prompt led me to consider how much of myself I have hidden over the years and the many stories and experiences that most people keep close and don’t easily share with others. Being visually-oriented, the image that came to mind was “iceberg.” Anyone who has watched a PBS special on climate change and the Polar Ice Cap knows that the mammoth part that is visible above the water is minuscule compared to the mass of ice that supports it beneath the surface.
Searching through Pixabay in the iceberg category, I also found pictures of roses and salads. I’ve often noted the odd picture in some particular category while looking for pictures to illustrate my postings and thought to myself, “Here’s an interesting subject for a post.” Were they simply mislabeled by the person cataloging them, or is there some logical reason they would end up in a category that isn’t obvious on the surface?
A few examples:
Category: StageThis is a pupa of a black cutworm, a serious agricultural pest that gobbles up almost anything in its path. I don’t think they have ever had a play or movie written about them or appeared on the Broadway stage. Hold on a minute, maybe it represents a “stage” in the development of a moth. But seriously, if you wanted a picture of moths, would you look under “stage?”
This is a very appealing breadbasket that would look nice on a picnic table, but I can’t for the life of me figure out any connection. Probably have to chalk this one up to just mis-labeling, unless someone can come up with something more useless and obscure.
The salad on the left looks delicious, containing eggs, cukes, tomatoes, basil and chives. Can’t really see any reason for it to be in this category. On the right is a salad containing lettuce. Eureka, Einstein!! ICEBERG is a kind of lettuce. Clearly, however, the person labeling this one was not a lettuce aficionado. All iceberg lettuce is lettuce, but not all lettuce is iceberg. And that is not iceberg lettuce.
I will refrain from making any sexist comments trying to make a humorous connection between men and laundry, because the men in my life do their laundry, most adequately and without complaint. This is not a family post, but still, what is this doing in the laundry category?
I love cats and am willing to personify them to a sickening degree. But still I don’t believe they can talk. Looking further at the credits it came to me. The picture is from France. So I think I will have a chat with mon petit chat.
If you haven’t given up by now, I have to extend a big thank you for reading this far. You probably are convinced you selected the category “Worthy posts to read today,” but somehow arrived at “Crazy lady blabbing on about something ridiculous!” You can thank me later for distracting you from all the important Twitter feeds and juicy tidbits coming out of the swamp. You are free to put on your hip boots now and wade back in!