Why didn’t I just admit that I wasn’t there to capture the beauty of the creek on camera – I was there to capture the garbage, the horrible hamburger boxes and the wraps of wrong chocolate bars, bottles of evil softdrink brands and other crap that totally ruins that particular beauty of our beloved creek.
It worries me, this creek worries me, the rest of the creeks in the world worries me, all the creeks and it’s surroundings worries me, the trees, the fishes.. Yes! I am a treehugger, a proud Plastic Free Tuesday-pioneer, I am a warrior and my mission for today is to prison the Evil Plastic.
So while I am busy saving the planet from its Untergang, balancing on a stone, feet in the mud in the middle of this particular creek, armed with a waste bag, a dog appears. It’s looking for a buddy to throw his ball. As I am very busy saving the planet, I excuse myself and continue my mission..
“Gerda? Hey!” I look up. It’s his lovely owner. Hide! I know her. Me and her, we met. Once, at a to-be-forgotten semi-coorperate christmas fest a couple months ago. “Gerda, are you ok?” Oh, yes I am! I am pretty perfect, about to accomplish my mission of today baby! It’s a secret mission though. I try to hide my crap collection behind my back.
“Gerda, what are you doing up there?” Think! What am I doing here? As nonchalant as possible I climb on the shore. “Oh, nothing! Just taking some pictures.” She askes if I am a photographer. I guess I am now.
“Uh yea, sort of. Uhm.. it’s for an article I am writing you know. About uh, the creek and you know, the environment and stuff.” She nods with empathy, could have been pity too. Most elegant I put my flipflops on my muddy feed. “Anyways, sorry gotta go now. Gotta work on that article you know..” She understands. “Of course! Good job!” A very awkward goodbye follows.
So here I am, the warrior, writing my very important article, sipping on my soy latte, saving the planet. Shameless.. My dear fellow treehuggers, I promise to be a proud plastic Free Tuesday-pioneer next time.