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THIS WAY FALSE DOG

12/18/2020

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I don't feel much like exploring but know it is for my own good that I do. I have a particular destination in mind but find parking to be sparse. I drive around until I find an easy spot, then set out on foot in a bit of a mope. The longer I am outside my mood is lifted and my spirit less blue. 

I walk down the hill all the way to the Great Highway. It is closed to traffic now, with four lanes open to pedestrians and cyclists. The wind is gusty, so the humans are hibernating. So many times I have come here by bicycle and had to fight traffic to enjoy my ride. It is wonderful to have so much space here now.  

Just over the wall at the beach, there is a dog playing chase with a raven. The dog leaps high and the raven dips low. They frolic, both willing to dance with danger in order to have a little fun. I can almost hear them laughing. 

When I turn to go back up the hill, a strong aroma penetrates the four layers of my mask. It is ham, the kind we used to eat during the holidays when I was a child. Oddly I savor it, even though I have not eaten meat in over thirty years. It is a comfort I will not partake in now, but it is the feeling that it evokes that is my keepsake. 

I get out my phone and record some thoughts. It is not something that I do. I am alone on the street and no one is listening. Is this what I have become? A wanderer who babbles nonsensically to herself? Whatever the reason, I am laughing for now. This is what matters most. 
arrow and line on asphalt
yellow surfboard by door
dried bags of concrete
park by reservoir
orange house blue sky
caution cone and slow down sign
plastic dog in doorway
potato chip bag in the grass
mural face peeling
pink hair brush on yellow pavement
phone pole and palm tree
plastic bag in street
2 Comments
Ju Fo
12/21/2020 07:55:39 am

I love these photos T- especially the dog in the window and the unfinished (damaged) painting. And the paintbrush. You have such a good way of seeing details.

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Aliengirl
1/9/2021 10:19:52 am

I wanna hike and babble nonsense with you, Tina. Someday....

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