The Return of Beasley

Beasley has returned.

And he has a friend.

Well, the truth is … he never left. Instead, he spent the last several years falling into a trap that any of us could be guilty of….. sitting on the sidelines and watching life go by.

That ended two weeks ago.

For the uninformed and confused…. A brief explanation.

After my divorce in 2009, I decided to reinvent myself and look for adventure. In the process, I took 3 trips by myself to Europe. And I do mean – BY. MY. SELF. No tours …. No group travel.

I packed a carry-on suitcase and wandered the streets of various European cities.

Some of my family and friends were a bit horrified as I am a woman who can get lost in the parking lot at Cracker Barrel and here I was… alone….. riding subways….. catching buses and trains…. navigating streets and hotels …..in countries where I did not speak the language.

I will admit….I did get lost on more than one occasion….. took the wrong subway….. tried to drive a car in England on the left side of the road while sitting on the right side of the car and got off the wrong exit in the first roundabout I encountered (Help Me Jesus) ….. went to the wrong train station….and so forth.

But in the process of getting lost….. I found myself again.

To reassure my family I was alive at the end of each day, I created a travel blog in which I posted pictures and stories each night about my outings. I knew, however it had to be more than “Today I went to Buckingham Palace” or “Today I saw the Eiffel Tower”.

Can we say…..BOR……ING? I was determined to NOT be BORING.

In those days, the internet had postings about “Flat Stanley” and “Where’s Waldo”. I obviously needed my own internet sensation. I found a small bunny at the Gap stuffed in a basket with some other critters. He looked pitiful so I brought him home and named him Beasley.

I had no idea what I was getting into.

Beasley, it turned out, was a people magnet. Strangers would see me trying to take a picture of Beasley and offer to take our picture.  Conversation usually ensued (assuming we spoke the same language).

On my trip to Italy, Beasley even won over Matteo, the wine sommelier. When I brought Beasley out of my purse at lunch and tried to explain to Matteo about Beasley…..well ……. Matteo was courteous but gave me this polite raised eyebrow look.

However, 15 minutes later, it was Matteo suggesting that we needed to take a photo of Beasley drinking a glass of wine.

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Ah Beasley…………….such a charmer.

Yet, the truth was…..this small bunny helped me write the story of those trips in a manner that I would have never been able to do on my own. And he also made me look more closely at my surroundings ….. not only seeing them through the lens of my camera but through the lens of humor.

Since my last trip to Europe (October 2012), Beasley has spent most of his time on a shelf in my home watching life go by.

My granddaughter felt sorry for him and several months ago, gave me a small stuffed animal to sit next to him—fondly known as Mr. Lion.

I am not sure where Mr. Lion came from but I think he must have had a hard life. Like some of us, he has been knocked around a bit. His hair is straggly and his eyes are attached in a lopsided manner; he has a scruffy beard; his arms are extra-long …but he has a wonderful smile and I think he has a sense of humor.

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So, earlier this month—after not traveling for several years, I joined my brother on a week-long trip to Oregon. My brother, when he is not running the family insurance agency in Miami, is a professional photographer and his photos are breathtaking. My blog headers are from his landscape collections. This was going to be our first brother-sister trip.

My granddaughter wanted to know if Beasley would be joining us and at first I said no but seeing the disappointed look on her face….I told her that Beasley and Mr. Lion would travel with me and I would send her 2 or 3 pictures each day of their outings.

Once again, I had no idea what I was getting into.

My brother would hike various trails and look for the perfect spot to take his pictures. I tagged along behind him—bunny and lion in my purse—iPhone in my hand—looking for ways to convey to my grandchildren what Nana was seeing and doing.

The irony did not escape me—here was my brother with his national geographic style camera equipment and tripod and there I was – in the midst of nature and trails and waterfalls trying to tell a story with a small bunny and a lion and an iPhone.

And yet…we each were doing the same thing…..  trying to capture and share the beauty around us with others. 

It has almost been three years since I traveled. I have been playing it safe these last three years. I have been, on some levels, sitting on the sidelines and watching life go by—I quit looking for adventure.

It is time for that to end.

I have a small bunny and a lion sitting on my shelf at home and they now remind me of the importance of NOT settling for less when I am capable of doing and experiencing more … whether it be in my professional life or my personal life.

For the first time….. in a very long time…I am truly excited about the unknown.

And….. some final thoughts for my granddaughter—who also likes to write stories and take pictures—

Beasley and Mr. Lion enjoyed their trip. They behaved (most of the time) and they liked hiking, seeing new sites, and going on adventures. Thank you for suggesting I take them with me.  It will not be their last trip.

Perhaps one day you and I can also take a trip with them….. one in which we write our own story….

And take pictures together.

Hugs,

Nana

For your enjoyment—a few pictures from the real photographer and the iPhone photographer—different in style but still sharing the beauty we saw…..

River Bridge

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Trillum Lake

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Koosah Falls

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Beasley and Mr. Lion share a chicken biscuit at the Atlanta airport

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Crater Lake

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McKenzie River View

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Mr. Lion lends a helping hand at Koosah Falls

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Huckleberry ice cream

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Picnic with Uncle Joe

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Hiking an Oregon Trail

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Coffee with Nana

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Flying Home–Are we there yet?

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Waiting for the next adventure

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Link to the real photographer’s web site: Joseph C. Filer – Fine Art Photography

https://www.josephfiler.com/

 

 

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