don't cross the line

So, I was walking along the other day, minding my own business... okay, we all know that I wasn't minding my own business. Let's start over.

So, I was walking along the other day, carrying my camera, looking for someone's window or door or whatever to zoom my lens at when I passed this little niche area between two buildings. I stopped and almost laughed out loud; it looked like two different photographs spliced down the center and then put together! Or like two neighbors, acting like sisters that share a bedroom, drawing a line down the middle so that neither one could cross over into the other's space.

I wasn't going to post today because I've been spending too much time on the computer and I wanted to go on a bike ride because it is a beautiful day. But this "illusion" picture has been on my mind, and I wanted to smash it up with some other photos that I took on the same walk.

I miss hopscotch I think. I feel like I was really good at it, but then again probably everyone was. For me it might have been my one skill that involved some coordination; I wonder if it could be considered a sport? For the sake of feeling sporty today, I think I will consider it so. I'm going on a bike ride after all! As far as other playground activities went, I don't recall being very good at double dutch; it mostly conjures memories of fear and scabby knees. My head is a permanent target for frisbees to this day, and I once hung upside-down from the monkey bars while wearing a skirt. I think I was best at chasing boys. How's that for a sport? I'm going to head on back to yesterday's post and find myself a ribbon for that...