Peter Pan’s Been Drinking

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After leaving Las Vegas, I stopped in Boulder City, NV to see the Toilet Paper Hero of Hoover Dam statue. (Read about my visit to the statue here: http://www.rubbertrampartist.com/2015/11/09/toilet-paper-hero-of-hoover-dam/.) I parked my van almost directly in front of a statue of Peter Pan and Tinker Bell by Mary Zimmerman.

Of course, I decided to take some photos of this statue too.

This photo shows Peter Pan just the way he lives in my imagination: the tunic, the tights, the collar, the upturned shoes, the youthful grin.

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But wait. Why does Tinkerbell look so pissed off? Hands on hips, head thrown back, her body language shows she’s not very happy with Peter. What is going on here?

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Doesn’t Peter look a little glassy-eyed? Isn’t his grin a little sillier than it should be?

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When I walked around behind Peter, I got my answer. Peter Pan’s been drinking! Dude, before I walked up, he was sipping a Miller High Life, and he left the evidence right back there. I guess even a Lost Boy who will never grow up sometimes likes to drink like a man.

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(I did not stage these photos in any way. I shot the scene just as I found it.)

 

About Blaize Sun

My name is Blaize Sun. Maybe that's the name my family gave me; maybe it's not. In any case, that's the name I'm using here and now. I've been a rubber tramp for nearly a decade.I like to see places I've never seen before, and I like to visit the places I love again and again. For most of my years on the road, my primary residence was my van. For almost half of the time I was a van dweller, I was going it alone. Now my (male) partner and I (a woman) have a travel trailer we can pull with our truck. We have a little piece of property, and when we're not traveling, we park our little camper there. I was a work camper in a remote National Forest recreation area on a mountain for four seasons. I was a camp host and parking lot attendant for two seasons and wrote a book about my experiences called Confessions of a Work Camper: Tales from the Woods. During the last two seasons as a work camper on that mountain, I was a clerk in a campground store. I'm also a house and pet sitter, and I pick up odd jobs when I can. I'm primarily a writer, but I also create beautiful little collages; hand make hemp jewelry and warm, colorful winter hats; and use my creative and artistic skills to decorate my life and brighten the lives of others. My goal (for my writing and my life) is to be real. I don't like fake, and I don't want to share fake. I want to share my authentic thoughts and feelings. I want to give others space and permission to share their authentic selves. Sometimes I think the best way to support others is to leave them alone and allow them to be. I am more than just a rubber tramp artist. I'm fat. I'm funny. I'm flawed. I try to be kind. I'm often grouchy. I am awed by the stars in the dark desert night. I hope my writing moves people. If my writing makes someone laugh or cry or feel angry or happy or troubled or comforted, I have done my job. If my writing makes someone think and question and try a little harder, I've done my job. If my writing opens a door for someone, changes a life, I have done my job well. I hope you enjoy my blog posts, my word and pictures, the work I've done to express myself in a way others will understand. I hope you appreciate the time and energy I put into each post. I hope you will click the like button each time you like what you have read. I hope you will share posts with the people in your life. I hope you'll leave a comment and share your authentic self with me and this blog's other readers. Thank you for reading.  A writer without readers is very sad indeed.

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