Beauty Found on Dog Walks

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“I have not always chosen the safest path. I’ve made my mistakes, plenty of them. I sometimes jump too soon and fail to appreciate the consequences. But I’ve learned something important along the way: I’ve learned to heed the call of my heart. I’ve learned that the safest path is not always the best path and I’ve learned that the voice of fear is not always to be trusted.”
― Steve Goodier

A Bad Day

she walked until lost / stopped to capture her lost sighs / rebirth in a breath ~haiku by me

Thursday 23 December 2010: Manor Park with Dixie: Late December

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon? ~ Dr. Seuss

The most important thing in illness is never to lose heart. ~Nikolai Lenin

My best friend is sick.
How can I think about anything else?
How do I put words on paper?
I spend hours just watching her sleep
She sleeps a lot.

In the rare moments when she smiles
and wags her tail
My gaze turns into a mad stare
as I try to memorise the moment,
sear it into the brain
Just in case
those moments are numbered.

The experts have placed
a limit on her movements
But today we took a brief walk
in the park with her red coat on
Alas, no ball throwing
Even so, she was in heaven.

The park was bleak and wintery
with seagulls playing the part
of carrion crow.

I paused from my worry to take this shot.

She pays a price for that twenty minutes of joy.

Now she sleeps…

Monday 22 November 2010: Shadows, Colour, Waiting

 

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter’s day, how beautiful the shadows are!

Alas! it is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life, Tom, are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these!

~ Charles Dickens

In photography there are no shadows that cannot be illuminated.
~ August Sander

Impossible to escape
the shadows
this time of year
They come earlier and earlier

Afternoon barely exists
or rather exists lightless.
However, the eye continues
to look for colour
and sometimes finds it.

This day, a pale, bleak, watery
colour settles over my dreams
And I cannot help but wait

And hope that in my waiting
a kind of magic is born.
A light thought hidden
in darkness
is uncovered.

Once again,
I am waiting
for illumination.
~me

The world is all gates, all opportunities, strings of tension waiting to be struck. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson