It’s hard to be a longhaired dog on a warm day. Especially when you’re nine and don’t have the energy you used to. Especially when you really, really WANT TO GO FOR A WALK and your people want to go for a bike ride.
So compromises get made. The bikes go, but they go very slowly.
We stop for a loooonnnnng rest at the lookout. That way the people can eat an energy bar and look at the flowers.
While the humans are doing silly things like taking pictures (well, one human) the dog gets to relax in the shade. (And maybe be a bit goofy and eat a stick that was home to a bunch of ants.)
Yes, I know, that’s snow on the ground. But it’s last week’s snow, still hanging about and getting a bit grubby. I just threw all my snow pictures promiscuously together, whaddaya gonna do about it?
Anyway. The broken foot has meant I haven’t been doing much any walking to speak of for the last couple of months, but I’m trying to get going again. I have to walk slowly and take shorter strides and constantly remind myself to PAY ATTENTION in order to avoid limping*, but I am beginning to gain back strength and flexibility and what could in the most clinical medical terms be described as oomph in my foot. (I can actually walk down stairs with both feet now, sometimes without hanging on to the rail—a triumph!)
I decided that trail walking is probably actually very good for the foot, as it forces all those little muscles to compensate for irregularities in the ground, so I’m trying to get out and do more of that. Hence these pictures from yesterday’s walk, which wandered along one of my favourite trails (one of the narrow ones) and lasted almost an hour. I didn’t cover a LOT of territory, but hey, it was quality.
Our Dog certainly thought so. He was delighted by the snow and as you can see it was hard to get him to hold still for a picture.
When it comes to photography, I’m oldschool. I started with a fully manual SLR, and never saw any reason to change. When automatic SLRs came around, meh, why bother? I figured I could do anything I wanted to with a manual camera, and I knew exactly how all the knobs worked. Continue reading “Black and whitish”→
One of the things I love about autumn on the west coast is the fogs. Oh, they can make the days dull and grey, but they also leave everything festively strewn with tiny glorious glittering drops. And when you get both sun and fog—well. Continue reading “Autumn fogs”→
We’ve had a few hot days—not hot by many people’s standards, but hot by mine (I was raised in the north and wilt easily, sensitive little flower that I am). Today wasn’t quite as hot, and around suppertime we decided to take a couple of borrowed kayaks out for a bit of a paddle.