After the Snow Geese stippled our little Honda with their version of a Pollack drip painting, I waited a while before heading to the car wash, thinking it would be a waste when the rain would just wipe the body clean within a day or two. But, faithful to the Northwest, the rain came in fine mists rather than cleansing sheets. A few days of drizzle left us with an even broader canvas of goose abstractions.
I don’t know why my heart races when I coast up to the wash zone — maybe the anxiety trigger of being trapped in a box with a soapy Typheoeus , father of all Greek monsters — this one with dangling blue shammy strips for legs instead of vipers.
I pulled out my old iPhone and capture Typhon, crude, loud and blue, sweeping his shammies across the windshield. The water and soap created a derivative work from the goose stipple: bubbles, stripes and cascades colored my view. And all because the Snow Geese alighted over me, without a sense of their own creative, spring rhythms.