Me and my favorite book.
Old dog at the beginning of his walk, expressing his desire to go home, rather than walk.
"No, really, I don't want to go."
Tragically, I gently insist. Once we've gone about 1/3 of the way, he decides we're really not going to go back, and then he's fine with going on around.
Not sure what I think of this font, but it's interesting......
And what's not to love about the writing........
Color on the ground.
I don't remember noticing the little leaf in the concrete, visible above, and at bottom left below.
Remembrance of leaf past........
Locust, in the slanting late-afternoon sun.
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