The electronic realm is slowly bleeding over into our reality.
One day while walking thought Inman Park, Atlanta, I saw what could only be a ghost! No, it was three! The figures seemed to hover and dance in mid air, but as I got closer, they were dancing on what was left of a brick wall.
Now standing immediately in front this wall, I realized this was another form of graffiti art that could be found all over Atlanta. This particular street artist adorned his work with hundreds of tiny square mirrors that reflected sunlight at different angles which produced the illusion of movement.
Anyone older than 30 should remember the gaming sensation Pac Man. Created in 1980, I loved playing this game, which should give my readers a rough estimate of my age. This electronic arcade style game became a worldwide fascination as millions stood in front of arcade machines trying frantically to beat the current high score. With the advent of home gaming systems, Pac Mac and his friends followed us home to our living rooms.
Playing the game was like this: I would spend hours racing around a maze chomping yellow dots, chasing bouncing fruit, all while avoiding 4 wobbly, floating ghosts which were in hot pursuit. If they catch you… “Game Over!”
Not to be forgotten, this public work of art prominently featured those ghosts that tirelessly guarded their digital home, the maze. Pinky, Blinky, Inky and Clyde were seen as the tyrants keeping poor old Pac Man from reaching his goal, maze domination. One mysterious unnamed ghostly figure had not yet materialized on the wall.
Now personally I liked this homage to a part of my childhood being displayed this way but not everyone thinks like me. For as I was standing in the dirt parking lot taking pictures from every angle, a gentleman just emerging from his parked car approached me expressing his take on the art.
This brick wall was situated at the end of a dirt parking lot adjacent to Krog Street Market. A repurposed steel mill warehouse now the hip gathering place for craft beers, burgers and sushi, even fine dining with outside seating under cool patio lighting. This guy did not appreciate a random “street punk,” as he put it, ruining the character of the space as many other artists had done throughout the city.
I let him rant because we all are entitled to our own interpretations of art, yet I feel he was missing the spirit these not so digital ghosts represented.
Maybe he could not access the childhood dreams that link us to our younger selves. Not striving or working hard to pay the mortgage, cell phone and dining tab…”check please!”
Maybe it was more about being a kid maneuvering through an electronic maze, chasing that damn bouncing fruit as Clyde, Blinky, Pinky and Inky blocked your every move, thus preparing you for adulthood.
Thank you anonymous graffiti artist, I miss my Pac Man dreams!
But it was freezing cold up there! This would be a 45 minute ride for the record books! “Note to self”, I thought, “Arrive earlier to the ferry for a ride in the closed cabin as we return to the mainland.” 
After a few moments I switched cameras and a lady with bright smile, beautiful blue scarf and sunglasses approached me. 
“After a few pictures, the storage is full.” A weariness in her voice. It seems that the night before she thought she had uploaded all that day’s photos to cloud but not being sure, she was not going to take the chance and delete the digital card. “I may lose that perfect shot and not know it!”, her defense. “But you look like you’re prepared.” She added pointing at my two cameras.
My husband, not at all enthused by the prospect, assured me that he believed the blown boot could survive the final part of our 4 hour trek as we had traveled well beyond the halfway point. Rest and sanctuary would be just up the beach.
Local folks gather for free Wi-Fi and the aroma of various roasted coffee beans and pastries. 
Snapping a couple of shots then panning right to a beautiful wall stroked and sprayed in vibrant colors, I almost missed Joe.
Now his name wasn’t Joe but using coffee as literary reference, Joe fit and I thought I needed to capture this guy. Not being as bold as the tiny cup of espresso he held I introduced myself.
