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Taking a walk before sunrise, a photographer sees in a new way

Taking a walk before sunrise, a photographer sees in a new way

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Taking a walk before sunrise, a photographer
sees a familiar route in a new way

Thirty-four pounds ago, I decided if I was going to lose weight, it would take more than salad. What I call the “food and foot” approach came from a friend, Chris Carter. That’s salad with walking as the side dish. If Chris could drop 125 pounds with it, I could drop 80.

“Clear dressing,” Chris said. “Dip your fork in the dressing and then spear the salad.”

I can now eat chicken prepared in any fashion, as long as the fashion is roasted.

Food starch comes from Satan.

One of these days, I’m going to eat three pizzas, five Mr. Goodbars and a gallon of butter pecan Blue Bell. I’m just not going to do it today.

Oddly enough, it has been the “foot” part that has provided the epiphany.

Like Odysseus, we wander in our hermetically sealed, air-conditioned automobiles, rightly focused on the oncoming car, or the one beside us, or the knucklehead that’s riding our rear bumper.

Meanwhile, the aromas that lurk outside Benson’s are siren’s songs beckoning us to enter. A trance-like state is required to resist:
Bacon is evil.
Bacon is evil.
Bacon is evil.

“No, no,” answers a distant voice. “Bacon is the most wonderful thing in the world!”

I currently have two walking courses. One originates eastbound at 16th and Rogers Avenue, looping back westward at Sweet and Presley streets. Then, North C to B for the final stretch to the front door. It was this course where I discovered Marie Harris Park. I promptly contacted Joe Wasson to investigate that story.

The second is an central-eastside residential neighborhood with a sizable population of rabbits. Both courses are best served as close to 5:30 a.m. as possible.

It is amazing how those residential rabbits blend into their surroundings. Often, one can’t see them without looking right at them. We see things every day that we don’t look at. Big things. Little things. Hidden things. Blatantly obvious things. They go unnoticed.

Thanks to my salad’s side dish, here are some things I’ve gone to the trouble to actually look at.

- Glenn Gilley

This featured photo essay appears in the August 2017 issue of Entertainment Fort Smith Magazine. 

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