go out for a walk
New Year’s Day. Almost bitterly cold, but with snow flakes drifting in the air. Saw a lonely dog, chained and quivering at his little house in the woods.
Happy new year, I said to him. He understood and came out to play with me. He kept hugging me. I knew how lonely that poor guy was, but I had to leave him there. He belongs to a stranger.
On the way back, walked past that abandoned home again. It always intrigued me. Each time I walk past it, I want to take a picture of it. But so far, I haven’t got THE image I want. Yet I wonder would it feel flattered by my camera, or by my being there, in it and with it, though just for a while.
