Wednesday, August 21, 2019

A MAN AND HIS DOG... GONE WEST...

A MAN AND HIS DOG: GONE WEST
MY DOG AND MICK





Today would have been a birthday for Bob. I took this photo some years ago near the Fairport Beach when Mick was a young pup in training. By 2017, Bob was gone from this earth, and Mick was a very large doberman who would meet his master a year later on the Rainbow Bridge. We have fun, special memories of both.

Their mischievous spirits still roam in places they loved, and Bob's spirits still speak every year in his favorite perennials.




                                                                   

Monday, August 19, 2019

AFTER THE DAYS OF THE STORMS ...


Every leaf and blade is soaked this morning. Noting is moving. It's oddly quiet after days of storm. 

I sit on the porch with my coffee, and finally the cicada begin to buzz very quietly, but still no sight or sound of a bird or a bee or a butterfly or a critter of any size or sort. 


Everything in nature is tired and sleepy from the storms, it seems. Even we people!



THE CLOSEST I CAMETO SUNSHINE EARLY THIS MORNING...