On snowy mornings, I can read the stories the dog sniffs every day: here, a jogger ran; there, two dogs raced off leash, jubilant.
This is my belated day seventeen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.
Jan 17, 2012
On snowy mornings, I can read the stories the dog sniffs every day: here, a jogger ran; there, two dogs raced off leash, jubilant.
This is my belated day seventeen contribution to this month’s River of Stones.
Jan 24, 2012 at 1:37 pm
I’ve been wondering how the dog has been doing during yet another cold winter up north. Here in Texas, it seems Winter skipped our corner of the world altogether, and we’re already heading into our version of Spring. Temperatures dance in the upper 70′s and low 80′s already, and what little bit of rain we can expect comes down in miserly bits of drizzle that barely wet the surface of our thirsty lawns. I’ve always enjoyed seeing your photographic journey through winter, although living it and seeing it visually are two entirely different things. Still, it is nice to be reminded that not EVERY state in the country is dry and hot and begging for moisture.