
I'm walking dogs these days, one through the streets of my childhood: a Beagle named Amy and I traipse up Maple, left down Putnam, around Courthouse Square with it's red and blue lit statue, in the predawn quiet as lights come on and the papergirl glides by on her bike no matter the weather, Amy, her nose to the ground. And Mattie at home, my border collie friend, up the road, past the barn, through the woods, off leash, sitting still when trucks go by. She never tires of chasing sticks, racing birds, running through the cornfield stubble. How I love walking dogs!

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Thanks, Liz! I was almost going to quit yesterday, but then I read a nice comment and realized I needed to finish the week. I do enjoy writing them, but it fills me with angst to post them. I appreciate your comments! I’m glad you like the photos. I love taking them and as you know, not so keen on being the subject🤓
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I think you should write for us every day. They are so fun to read and relatable. Your photography makes me feel peaceful. Thanks for challenging yourself…it helps us all get through February!
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