Taos Pueblo, 4-3-2017
I loved this dog as soon as I saw him in the Pueblo, and he followed me around for a while, probably because I was willing to share my fried dough with him. No attachments or illusions between us. I noticed that Indian dogs run free in packs, so i suspect that nobody gets too attached. I’m glad he posed for this picture.
In these days when I mostly sit home idle with no desire “to do,” I am grateful for the images, objects, and memories that call up the active times of my life.
And speaking of time, as in the Orage quote in yesterday’s post, I observe that time flies even faster in idleness than busyness.
That fine canine is likely dead now, but here am I keeping its memory green, bless it.
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