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I’m kind of getting tired of all these one-word prompts lately, but Ben Huberman put one out there for The Discovery Challenge on The Daily Post on Tuesday that has been running around in my head and won’t give me any peace until I let it out! Ben writes:

Who is your witness? Who sees you when you write (or draw, or snap a photo)? Do you ever imagine anyone observing you, whether over your shoulder or from across the room? Whether it’s a person, an animal, an inanimate object, or something else entirely, publish a post — in prose or in verse, or in any non-textual medium you love working in — about it/them/her/him.

Ever since I read his post I’ve found myself glancing up repeatedly at the picture across the room from me. It’s actually a puzzle I fell in love with and put together in April 2000. I searched all over the internet for a frameable print of it and couldn’t find a bloomin’ one anywhere. So I did the next best thing. I glued that hummer together and had it framed as a gift to myself for my birthday!

It was quite the pricey little present, too. My $12 puzzle ended up in a $268 custom frame — I wanted something that might look like it came from a ship, and this one has brass beading around it. It’s ok. I was worth it! Just think of all the man hours I spent putting that baby together!

The original painting is by Charles Wysocki and is titled “Her Captain’s Wistful Letter.”

You can’t see it very well in this picture, but the young lady is staring out the window over the roof tops to the masts of a ship in what would be, of course, a harbor. Her captain isn’t the only one who is wistful. Part of his letter has fallen out of her hand onto the floor as she sits daydreaming. I fell in love with the picture becauseย I swear I’ve lived it in another life! Or so it seems. ๐Ÿ˜€

At any rate, ever since I read Ben’s prompt I’ve found myself becoming more and more conscious of the woman on the wall. Does she furtively sneak looks at me as I sit here engrossed in reading blogs and typing posts? Does she wish she had as many friends as I do on here? Does she wonder what the heck this machine is? Is she lonely? Where is her captain? Actually, when I found the puzzle the first thing I did was get kind of teary. I could feel her longing and loneliness.

And I can see that this shy spying on her part is not going to stop until she and I are friends. So if you will excuse me, I’m going to go knock on her door and ask for a cup of tea. And if she invites me in, maybe I’ll even get to play with her cat!


Picture Credit: moi!