Sitting and staring
One thing I notice when out and about, particularly in touristy places, are people rushing about from venue to another. The selfie sticks are out as members of the horde jostle for position in hopes of grabbing themselves in a photo with some building, which everyone must of course see, behind their faces. If it's not that, their smartphones are doing the same or some poor iPhone lemming is lost to the world as she fingers out, I'm in front of the Eiffel Tower right now, etc-etc. I even see some when I'm out hiking.
Usually I'm in-between trains or the like, just passing through, sitting down for a beer or the like and staring at it all. Then, of course, there are the workers, taking a break from their cubicles and doing pretty much the same thing but mostly locked into their smartphones under the impression that this is what life is all about. No it is not!
The other day was hot and humid as I went out for a trek in my usual stomping ground. Sometimes I will sit on a log or a seat for a few minutes usually facing the trail. This time I sat on a bench with the trail behind me. I had never realized what was there, normally I just walk by this particular one.
I sat there for at least 10 minutes, just staring and it was so good that I stayed for longer. It can be completely silent there during summer, so that was enjoyed also. About 20 minutes later, I got up and continued my little trek.
The country park is quite large and with all the kids back at school and people to their jobs, there was no one about. Often I walk by this large tree, which sits back about 100 feet from the trail. It looks like one of those old galleons or pirate ships of centuries ago. I had never sat on it and seeing as I'd already had decent stare thought, why not. I must admit it's not all that comfortable on my back, but stayed for a good 5 plus minutes looking down the length of it.
During that session on the tree, I thought of a poem and reckoned sitting was just as good as standing. But not everywhere is near where I live.
Sometimes standing is the only option
Pamplona had the European Championship skating tournament going on a few years ago. Streets around the bus station were closed as teams from many countries raced. In Plaza Castillo (in the old town) there was a mini version for kids. I just stood and watched, listening to parents and friends cheer the youngsters on.
The last time I went through Bilbao, I had an hour to wait for the bus to Pamplona and ran across this guy playing his banjo. He wasn't doing it for money, just for fun. So I asked if he knew any Flatt and Skruggs. He gave it a bit of a try and then went on to something else as I stood and listened.
I like various forms of music, not just one kind and Bluegrass is one of them. During my time in the Air Force I was in a small bluegrass band and we'd play for our meals and beers occasionally (I played washboard because someone else did the rhythm guitar).
When it comes to that kind of music, the piece de resistance has to beLester Flatt and Earl Scruggs, Foggy Mountain Breakdown. For those of you who have never heard Bluegrass music, listen to the 1949 original recording here. No one even comes close to playing it as good as those two.
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So the next time you're outstop. Take a break from it all to: stand, sit, stare and sometimes listen.
Sep 17, 2020
Stuck in London