Baby steps
I took this picture on our last day in Hilton Head. I spent several days trying to think about what it represented (other than a goat in a window, of course). I solicited captions on Flickr and BG knocked it out of the park with “The lesser-known red-light district of Amsterdam, South Carolina.”
Finally, I looked at it one more time and figured it out. The goat reminded me of Bill Murray’s agoraphobic character in “What About Bob?” In this case, it’s, “Baby steps out the window…”
I’m about to enter a very special What About Bob phase of my life, I think. The goat will be my guide.
I love this photo and, you’re right, BG hit it out of the park with the title.
WAB — I think I’ve told the story of that movie, a first date, and an embarrassing moment a time or two. So much of the movie strikes a rather poignant chord for me beyond the aforementioned anecdote. Baby steps, indeed. We all must move forward. Most of the time we do so with baby steps. Sometimes, though, we have to take a major leap. My next move? Giant leap. But I’m baby stepping my way toward the window ledge.