There's Not Much Here to SeeWhile taking my weekly walk through the Audubon sanctuary near my home, I encountered a man on the path. I asked him if he had visited here before, and the answer was no. His wife, he said, took one look at the place and declared, “There’s nothing to see here,” so she was waiting for him in the car.
We looked around, and I waved my arms at the paths and trees and tall grasses that reached above our heads. I pointed out a tiny butterfly that landed near my feet. “There’s plenty to see here,” I thought to myself. “You just have to know how to look.”
There’s plenty to hear, too. A loud, crashing sound means that you’ve just disturbed a deer lying in the brush. Look quickly to see the white tail bobbing away! Blue jays cry to warn others of your presence, while woodpeckers drum high in the treetops, searching for food. Dried sycamore leaves crunch underfoot, and chipmunks “squeak!” as they scurry away.
I suggested a path for him to take, and he asked if there were ticks. “I’m terrified of ticks. Besides, my wife is waiting…” “She’s right,” I said. “There’s not much here to see.”
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Marian Argentino(non-registered)
There are none so blind as those who will not see. I might have said to him, ... depends what you are looking for.
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