This was a first for me. Inside the same milkweed pod spilling its guts in yesterday’s post, a single row of seeds remained, waiting for the order to jump.
Just like the silk dangling from the edge of the pod, these quiet soldiers let go of the pod one filament at a time as I watched. Their progress was faster than their siblings hanging below. I watched several threads spring free before my eyes in a matter of minutes. And they really did spring. They recoiled from their attachment point as if they’d been pulling against it trying to get free and were suddenly released when they least expected it. A miniature wrestling match taking place in slow motion.
Having never watched the silk in a milkweed wind itself from its cocoon before, I was disappointed when the show was interrupted by the ring of my cell phone. My husband hard returned home as was making dinner. It was time to pack up my gear and make my way back home.
As I was rushing to try to get one last shot, hoping to get something sharp (the blowing wind was not helpful–my moving subject kept blurring on me), two men walked along the walkway. They looked like they could have been homeless. Or they could have been something entirely different. It’s hard to tell.
They stared at me with an intensity that made me nervous. So, I did what I always do when I’m nervous: I smiled.
They smiled back at me. I admit that their smiles did not exactly put me at ease. Sometimes when someone smiles at you, you feel like you’ve just been smiled at by a shark or an alligator who’s thinking you might make a tasty next meal.
But Tisen looked nonplussed. I can’t say that Tisen has necessarily demonstrated good judgment of character, but I think he would at least be alert if there were any eminent danger.
As the men walked by, one looked at Tisen and then smiled even bigger at me and said, “That’s an awesome dog.” I smiled again and said, “Thanks.” I don’t know who those men were, but at least they had good taste.
I can’t remember having ever been afraid in the park. The park has an entire collection of security cameras. There can’t be a square inch that’s out of range of one of them. I’ve never seen or heard of any crime being committed in the park. Although, I’m not sure I would know about it–I tend to shy away from the news.
I sometimes feel like I’m the dangerous one lurking in the dark when I walk Tisen long past sunset. Not that I’m normally dangerous–just don’t make me mad.
As I put the lens cap back on my lens and collapsed the legs of my tripod, I found myself grateful for this pod of a park that provides a safe haven to shoot milkweed.