rDay Twelve-Hundred-One: Part I

Roused from bed at 6am by Kim and Charlie, I submitted to the program and joined in for an early morning dash to Harris Park and the South Fork of the Walla Walla River.    This was new territory and we struck out through the country roads between WaWaWA and M-F.  My demeanor took an upward surge as we found ourselves in the middle of an almost surreal, desert-like landscape wonderfulness just a few miles out of town.  Windshield photography was invoked.   Part II, into the mountains and Harris Park itself, some twenty miles distant, will have to come later.

Dog 163

Judging the age of a dog is not one of my strengths, but I would guess that Dog 163 tends to the older end of the spectrum.  Most days I take a walking route to my workspace that takes me right past Dog 163, on our street but a couple of blocks away.  He is friendly and gentle and often seems to sleep.  I frequently photograph Dog 163 in his yard.  But this week, Dog 163 has been absent and I have to wonder …  Here are some of the images of Dog 163, collected over the past few weeks.