Sometimes it is not simply the visual before us that powers our imagination, but the story that we see unfolding, in this case, perhaps the conversation that these two snails have just had before heading their separate ways. Was it simply a greeting, “Nice day Ernie,” and a nod, or was it an argument about the best hiding places in our garden? How would you tell if a snail was in a huff, do you think?
text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017
You going to A and I to B, and each in a rush to be at the other’s leaving. Do we storm like juggernauts over the road, juddering the macadam crust? Or like snails, softly gliding over shell, brushing against mollusc flesh, one of us raising our shell politely whilst the other tiptoes its tyres upside-down along the risky underneath? Do we trouble to see the world upside down for the sake of another’s easy passage, or only deal with the surface? Is what stands beside us a blur, whirring past, gone before it’s noticed, faster than the speed of retina? Or do we make sure to smell the blooms and cock our heads to the buzzing within them, catching glimpses of glory and blue-tailed flies?
Text and photo © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2016