|Ears! Ears! I have ears!|
"Io già suppongo e immagino che al par di me sappiate ch'io sono quel gran medico, dottore enciclopedico chiamato Dulcamara, la cui virtù preclara e i portenti infiniti son noti all'universo...e...ahhhh...in altri siti!"
(Yeah. Like THAT guy went to medical school.)
This is a picture of when you're out birding, and you’ve spotted an EXCELLENT BIRD, up in the sky, or in a tree above your head. You’re still walking, but you aren’t looking at your feet, any more, or paying any attention to your surroundings. You’re following that bird, with your head in the clouds, and the next thing you know, you’ve tripped over a crack in the pavement—or, in this case, wandered out of the frame of the picture you've been drawn into, and into somebody's vegetable garden.
This, of course, doesn't only happen to birders. It can happen to anybody who gets wrapped up in what they're doing, or in a daydream, and stumbles through life.
Or maybe it's just me, who behaves that way. Maybe everyone else will look at this picture, and go "what?" Well, that's fine, too.