This week’s, One Word Photo Challenge is Shamrock.
Daily Prompt for 32 Flavors; Vanilla, Chocolate, or something else entirely.
When I joined the Navy in 2000, I had unknowingly become an anthropologist. Little did I know, that 10 years later, I would set out to go to college to become one, an anthropologist. An anthropologist studies humans and their origins, race, culture, societies, development, and a list of other things. There are 4 fields in Anthropology – Cultural, Physical, Linguistic, Archaeology.
Most of those in the military, especially the Navy, are unaware of their involvement as an anthropologist or that they are in a way more than diplomatic ambassadors, but they are also anthropologist. They travel to foreign countries as part of their duties, eat food from another country, talk to someone in their home country, shop in another country, walk around on soil that is foreign to them; it is all about submerging themselves into another person’s culture or society. I’m like a sponge, I love to soak it all in.
Before we pulled into port, we would have an idea of the things that we could see and do. A group of people are sent out before we pulled into port to find things that would be entertaining. Plus, they would locate the areas that weren’t safe for us and let us know. They would have tours set up and ready for us, names of a few places we could visit, and names of the shopping plazas nearby, as well as passing out a few maps of the city we were pulling into, and most importantly, they would bring bankers on board so we could exchange our currency.
The first thing some of us would look for once we got on dry land is food. It isn’t unusual to find a McD’s in most of the places we pull into and since some personnel are accustomed and habited to eating there, that’s the first place, and sometimes the only place that they’ll head to for sustenance. I actually look for something local, as I’m not bothered in trying new food. I especially looked forward to touring Italy and eating oven baked pizza and home made pasta. I even had the pleasure of eating tiramisu while I was in Italy, to which I loved immensely. Next thing I had to try was Italian coffee, then gelato.
I believed I spoiled myself, that when I came back home to the states, it was something that I searched for. Olive Garden was as close as I could get to Italian food, but I had some trouble finding Greek food, unless I traveled out of my way.
There were a few things that I tried overseas that I didn’t like; camel meat is on the top of my list to never try again, Greek burgers aren’t anything like American burgers, and I’m not sure what kind of burger meat I ate in Portugal. I’ve heard that camel is an acquired taste, or that the person who served it didn’t cook it right. To put it in the daily prompt’s words, it was definitely “something else entirely”.
Not many know this, but I am interning at the Little Rock Zoo. I won’t go into details, as I don’t have permission to talk about what it is that I do there, but with that said, after I’m done with my work, I take a stroll through the zoo and see the animals out and about, foraging, playing, interacting with one another, etc.
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This week’s photo challenge is, orange; anything to do with the color orange. Orange just happens to be my favorite color. It’s bright, colorful, and is cheerful.
Below are a few pictures from my 2001 Navy Deployment, as well as a few pictures from the past few months around here in Arkansas.
Recently, I had left the garage door opened, so that I can clear the driveway and the wheelchair ramp from all the snow and ice that we received within the past few days. While I was busy outside, a couple of birds flew into the garage without me knowing it. When I was finished, I walked back into the garage, placed the shovels back into their spots, stomped my feet to clear them from sludge – mud and snow – and proceeded to close the door.
Something caught my eye and I heard a few chirps. A pair of wrens found themselves in the garage and were now trying to escape.
I pushed the garage door open wider and saw one bird fly out, yet the other bird flew to the far back of the garage and seemed trapped. My guess is, she was terrified and didn’t want to chance flying towards me. I started in her direction and she flew to the right, towards the only window in the garage. No exit there. I walked in her direction again, yet she just sat there, shivering.
I wasn’t going to hurt her, yet she didn’t know that, poor girl.
I started talking to her calmly and quietly. She had her eyes shut and seemed paralyzed with fear. I noticed a small bag of bird seed sitting not too far away and got a small handful, placed it in front of her, then left…after I quickly snapped a picture.
Her mate was just outside the door, calling for her, so I knew that if I left the door open, she would find her way out. I had left the garage and went back inside the house to let my grandmother know about the bird. Thirty minutes later, grandma went to check to see if the bird was still there…she had left.
It was almost six this morning when I got up, feeling wide awake. I could hear the birds singing and the ducks quacking. My sister’s apartment overlooks a lake from her balcony. The lake is within ten feet of her backdoor, literally. Also within a few feet from her balcony you can see about a dozen ducks, geese, and palmetto trees.
The ducks have been spoiled by my sister and her husband as they feed them. Yesterday my sister and her husband went shopping while I stayed here with my daughter. A duck flew onto the balcony, walked up to the door, and continued to stare inside. I opened the door and it started wagging it’s tail and chirping I had to call my sister to tell her that one of the ducks is waiting up here for her. She told me to feed it some bread until they came home with the duck feed.
This morning my daughter, sister, and I went out to feed the ducks. You could hear the ducks and geese coming from far away as soon as we threw out the first handful of bird food. In no time we had over a dozen adult birds and about eight baby ducks.
Another poem. I’m thinking of using this one for my creative writing project.
Farewell Winter, Hello Spring
I long to say farewell to winter
It’s harsh cold days
And bleak foggy mornings
Farewell to the snow that fell
A heavy wet blanket
Slick roads a burden to travelers
Farewell to the ice storms
Made limbs crashing
And heavy lines snapping
I long to say hello to spring
Sunlight kissing dew drops
Mother Nature reborn
Hello to the sounds of birds calling
Smell the blooms scent in the air
Bright colors decorating Earth’s landscape