If being "different" is what is wrong
I'd rather not be right.
...Vincen Tabatha (poet)
As I was sorting out my images today, I found several images on meters. Most of the meters were electric while some may have been gas and water meters. All of them were taken in Mexico. I suppose my fascination with them simply was that each was unique. Each had different iron work but they all served a similar purpose. The homeowner or perhaps even the artisan chose to make his/her statement by distinguishing them.

Different wasn't cool in my home town. You either were Irish or Italian, ideally both. If you were Polish, you were from the next town over. We conformed to keep the peace. Not surprisingly, a good number of us left after high school, never to return again. We were different. We had different dreams, ambitions, and thoughts.

This Fourth of July holiday, I think we should commemorate and honor those who served to protect our freedoms so that all of us could be free to be different without ridicule. This photo looks different doesn't it? An inverted flag of sorts, this could be my banner. Welcome to state of being different. Se habla "different" here.
I have a similar fascination with taking photos of storm drains.
ReplyDeleteI can only imagine what it must have been like for you growing up there.
I was a latecomer and only really lived there 4 years. My senior year I went to an alternative school so I could be "different". I think it worked!
Kim