Monday, April 27, 2009

From Where I Sit . . .

This is a picture of a guy washing my office window. He hangs precariously on a wooden slat attached to a rope his buddy hopefully secured to the top of the building. He lowers himself down, floor by floor, with a bucket of water on one side and squeegee, rag and suction cup on the other side. With his feet he gently pushes himself from window pane to window pane, arcing his way along the floor. Occasionally, his feet make a loud thump as he stops his wide swath of a swing against the glass. I think he does that just to remind us that he's out there. He's the lucky one, dancing across the building as we are stuck inside our cells forced to stop what we are doing and just watch.

I imagine that he does this job to make a few extra bucks and stay in shape when he's not performing at Cirque du Soleil. I mean, what kind of nut job would agree to do this without some type of background in acrobatics? And then I think, what kind of nut job would work in a bank?

1 comment:

  1. Great shot... and remember, it's never too late to join the circus.