across the city grid, we
discover and unwrap
packages of time
to earmark for later,
like living anywhere
else, we are attracted
to short bursts
of energy, and the
city that never sleeps
sleeps with one
I was deleting old messages from my e-mail, and when i saw this post, i felt the need to see it again… I can’t put my hand on it, but you captured something in this image that i feel speechless to interpret… But it is a good image, it made me stop by twice 🙂
that’s so sweet. it’s definitely interesting to analyze some shots and try to pinpoint what works and what doesn’t. i find that much of the time, i’m noticing what doesn’t! (smile) thank you, again!
Excellent! Excellent. It is you, you know, that has that one eye open for a capture like this. The guy and the dog go together so well!
ha! thank you, Leslie! i do need my sleep (laugh). do you know what kind of dog that is?
I do not think it is a borzoi or afghan hound. The muzzle seems too broad for that. Also, this dog is not as tall as one of those breeds. My guess is a young old english sheepdog. They have that coloring and those kind of markings as well. I think his owner has had his facial hairs trimmed back nicely so he can see. Beautiful dog!
that was my first impression – sheep dog – only because of the color and its shagginess (smile). thank you!