
Posed picture. Poquito prefers having all four feet on the ground.
Category: dogs
wet dog

Sophie the wonder dog enjoys getting wet. Usually.
Sophia
Luce

Neighborhood dog by the name of Luce.
lux venit ab alto
Cunningham Field
her dogness

Sophia is thirteen today. Celebration consisted of a road trip, pack time and howling with the Prowlers at NKT.
moving
bacon

Charlottesville’s Freedom of Speech wall. Someone wrote down their hopes/aspirations for 2013.

I’m thinking that Maggie the Jack Russell bears some responsibility.
color vision

I found comfort thinking my dog saw only in black and white.
SUN
Begin civil twilight 6:57 a.m.
Sunrise 7:27 a.m.
Sun transit 12:12 p.m.
Sunset 4:58 p.m.
End civil twilight 5:28 p.m.
still point

Sophia is fine.
But there is a sadness as we approach the still point. Pack members gone. Life changing. Loss of familiar voices. Old ones going going. Dance and sing. Pause, remember, mourn.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.–T.S.Eliot


