Apparently, I am back.  And… I want some answers.

I heard a story tonight.  And now “things” need some clarification.

Who the heck was this “Peter, Peter” person?

Was “Pumpkin Eater” his occupation?  Or merely some sort of hobby?  Or was it more serious?  Did he have a Pumpkin Eating Disorder, or Addiction?

And what is all this nonsense about his wife?

Could not keep her?  What is that supposed to mean?

This could go a lot of ways. If he was addicted to pumpkin eating, perhaps she left him as a result of the habit?

Or was he some sort of chauvinistic, fanatical, horrible man, that tried to squelch the independence and persona of his wife?  Did he try to keep the very inner essence of her from shining through?  I just don’t know.

The last part may require a call to authorities.  Like CSI.

Put her in a pumpkin shell, and there he kept her very well?

It was either a really big pumpkin, or she was a tiny darn woman…. or… or…. or worse.

I shudder to think.  This was a disturbing story.  But I WILL get to the bottom of this.

“When I photograph, what I’m really doing is seeking answers to things.” – Wynn Bullock