I walk the dog through a misty veil of sleet, his fur gradually whitening like a time-lapse of age.
This is my Day Eighteen submission to a river of stones, a month-long challenge to notice (and record) just one thing every day. I’ll be posting my “stones” both here and on Twitter, where submissions are tagged as #aros. Enjoy!
Hoarded Ordinaries 
Jan 18, 2011 at 8:30 am
I need to invite Reggie over for a nice warm, winter retreat – drizzle is so much easier! Bless his beautiful heart. Great photo, Lorianne.
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Jan 18, 2011 at 9:12 am
I love the spare lines to go with the wonderful, expressive photos. The combination says volumes.
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Jan 18, 2011 at 9:14 am
Love this, every bit.
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Jan 18, 2011 at 11:30 am
So, so beautiful – both dog and concept.
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Jan 18, 2011 at 7:51 pm
Thanks, all. It’s difficult to catch Reggie when he’s snowy: he either shakes off or won’t pose for the camera. This morning it was too dark for pictures, but I’d taken this a few weeks ago, so it worked.
I’m sure Reggie would much prefer drizzle to freezing rain. He generally does okay with snow, but he doesn’t like walking on ice, which is what we’re getting at the moment: a slippery glaze.
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