I arrived home to relate my adventures to the guests. I felt like I’d lived a full day, yet it was only 8AM! And there was more to come. We all drove back to Montauk, ending up on a quiet little beach at the tip of the island.
I have a kind of weird hobby. I take photos of animals. The thing is, they’re dead. Yeah, I know. Sounds morbid, huh? But really, I see them as a meditation on life: how fragile, fleeting and mysterious. Can you see it?
As luck would have it, while the others headed for the sand, I spied a mouse in the parking lot. Dead. Naturally I snapped a few shots (see last week’s blog). But the best was yet to come.
You know about those religious miracles that are in the news from time to time? Like Jesus on a piece of toast? Or a statue of the Virgin Mary shedding tears? http://www.smosh.com/smosh-pit/photos/20-jesus-sightings
Well, when I got to the sand, I found a beautiful stone at my feet. Upon close inspection, I saw the face of Jesus. Yes I did. In fact it was the very same face I once saw on a rock in a dream. It’s true! I have a photo (and the stone) to prove it.
Now just to be clear, I do not believe in religion, but I do believe in nature. My god is nature.
Here’s the photo.
In the center you can see a very tiny bearded face. Looks a little like Bin Laden, but facing the opposite direction, like the forces of good and evil.
My day was complete. How lucky to find a dead mouse and Jesus in the space of an hour. Do I have an eye, or what?