Everyone was looking at... (SBE or NIBE)

Walking as much as I do, I usually try to find new places to walk now and then as I either get bored with the scenery or the regular folks mad at me and my insisting on hogging the right-of-way as a pedestrian.

The bikers soon get tired of me watching them run off the path when I won't get over. But with Spring once again here, I have this urge to re-visit some of my favorite places to walk - just to check things out and to make sure things are still where I left them when the dark cold winter months came.

And so it was yesterday I was walking the other way on the Schuylkill River Trail, from Betzwood toward Norristown, eager to see how some of my favorite little buddies had survived a rather hard winter.


When I encountered these Orange ConeHead Aliens (OCHAs) trying to stand on the other's shoulders to get a better view, I had to chuckle... being cone-shaped means needing about a dozen fellow cones to cooperate in order to get a better view, and the ones down below can't see anything at all!

It didn't really occur to me to check and see what the silly OCHAs were looking at - I mean, from past experience, I know that they like looking into holes in the ground and into car tailpipes.


But then I saw these Orange Round Barrel Aliens (ORBAs) trying to get a better view by standing on each other's shoulder too. Hmmm, something was definitely afoot. I slowly turned and peered around, looking for what it was that held their attention, and saw...


...a very rare and very hungry quintet of Plutoian Orange Black-Mouthed Suckers (POBS) waving in the breeze, trying to attract some unsuspecting prey into their mouths. They too were looking around. I heard one say, "Num, num, num, I like my orange juice freshly squeezed and pulpy."


I had first pictured in my mind, given the ill-orange blood between the OCHAs and the ORBAs, some gang of ORBAs had cornered a solitary cone and was heckling and kicking it while they had superior numbers. Those nasty ORBAs are such cowards! But this wasn't the case - this time.


Of course, those disgusting ORBAs must know better than pick on an OCHA. Some of those OCHAs are really, really strong and powerful, like this one that I once saw, able to hold back an automobile simply by leaning on it.

I decided to cross the street to see if I could get a better look of what the stacked OCHAs and ORBAs were looking at. Under my feet I saw some...


...very strange markings. Two white arrows pointing to a half closed, all-seeing eye surrounded by fresh OCHA blood... Was this the scene of a ritual offering to the OCHA gods? Or was it a crime scene waiting for Horatio to arrive in his Hummer? I tried to read the lettering, u-w-d-1? The longer I looked at it, the more I decided reading Mayan glyphs was easier.

My head was about to explode as my two surviving brain cells overheated and started smoking from the deciphering effort. Don't laugh...


...it's happened before, see? This poor OCHA stands next to the remains of its long time mate who's brains have exploded. Or perhaps the destroyed OCHA was the victim of this...


A Quadra-headed Ray of Light Beam Alien (QHROLBA, trust me, you need to speak Klingon to pronounce this one). You may have seen one of these before, remember the movie, War of the Worlds? H. G. Wells (or even Tom Cruise) might be able to tell us if the dead, shredded OCHA was killed by a QHROLBA, but my feeble powers observation and deduction were stymied.

And then I saw what everyone was looking at...


...out in the green meadow, surrounded by flowers, basking in the warm sunshine, were my rusty balls... Oh my.

All photographs except the last one supplied by Photojournalist, LadyStyx.