For the longest time I had this marvelous screen saver of a woman running solo down a languid beach. I would look at it and feel the sea breeze and hear the squish plop of her feet as she ran by. Of course, that was all in my imagination. It was a still shot, but it was enough to take me away from the mess on my desk and encourage me to keep moving forward. She was confident and committed and I would think I too, can have that sense of purpose and eventually hang out with the seagulls.
Then one afternoon I looked at the picture a little too closely and realized that she wasn’t real. The background might have been, but someone had created this pony-tailed sprinter and plopped her into the picture. I had been misled by false idol.
She wasn’t even a paper doll, she was a pixel playmate. Her image hadn’t been casually captured on her morning jaunt. It had been carefully crafted and created and I had been fooled.
I was disappointed. But then I started to think about the skill required to conjure this trompe l’oeil. The measured placement of her footprints, the slight swish of her ponytail, the glistening reflections on the sand; that all took some confidence and commitment to create and so, I had come full circle.
Ms. Perky trotting down the beach may be imaginary, but she still inspires me.