When there’s quiet

  Five books in five days. Swimming in bracing but not frigid ocean water.    

   Finding stuff. And noticing that what I pick up now — peach pits, nubbins of softened wood, sticks with mysterious growths – is not what I would have picked up once upon a time.   

 That worn triangular thing is plastic but I love how it has taken on the look of an organic shell or casing. 
And incredibly enough, this is our Finn (second from the right) under the care of a dog whispering marvel who somehow gets our dog to relax around other dogs.  

6 thoughts on “When there’s quiet

  1. ravenandsparrow

    What wonderful treasures you have found! And the dog pack is hilarious. I’m glad you have this chance to relax and play.

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