So Karma suggested a photo challenge: Whimsy. (Click on the link to find her challenge.)
My heart immediately melted because I LOVE whimsy.
What, you ask, is whimsy?
playfully quaint or fanciful behavior or humor.“the film is an awkward blend of whimsy and moralizing”
a whim.plural noun: whimsies; plural noun: whimseys
a thing that is fanciful or odd.“the stone carvings and whimsies”
Whimsy, in my whimsical opinion, wakes us up from the everyday. It claims us from the ordinary, or it takes the ordinary and subverts it into something delightful (which it already is, although we so often don’t see it). Something unexpected. Something odd, fanciful, chuck full of dreams and poetry and Aunt Elizabeth’s thimbleberry jam.
Way over there by Shot Point, somewhere betwixt and between Munising and Marquette, halfway between Au Train and Harvey, here in our fair Upper Peninsula of Michigan, lies a magical playground of Junkyard Art.
No, whimsy plays and sings and dances in the sandy woods.
Please enjoy Lakenenland. Tom Lakenen has sculptured his way into many hearts as they travel along the Lake Superior shores.
If you’re secretly (or overtly) in love with whimsy yourself, or if you feel like playing, stop by Karma’s blog by tomorrow, June 30th, and add your own whimsical blogging entry. No one judges whimsy. We only feel its magic and divine sacred play. And we want to play along, don’t we?
Can we deny whimsy’s appeal?
Oh, look at that whimsical fish and not-so-whimsical squirrel!
The most whimsical of all