Back to the beginning, of the week, this is. It is still warm and we are at the park where Poppy and I both spot two fluffy white dogs. They want to be pet. I hear two young women speaking a language I can't place. It sounds a little like Japanese, but not quite and it does not sound like Chinese, so I figure it must be Korean. I ask them where they are from and I wonder if that is rude so after they say "Korea" I try to be friendly. They are nice and shy or at least, that is how they present themselves as I observe that they judge their little white dogs as obnoxious, while I think they are just flirtatious. I wonder why the one girl wears pantyhose with her shorts, maybe that is fashionable somewhere I have never been. The two girls don't stay long and as I hear them leave the park I hear them scolding their dogs.
Showing posts with label park. Show all posts
Showing posts with label park. Show all posts
May 17, 2013
April 22, 2013
Monday
Back to the beginning, of the week, this is. It is still warm and we are at the park where Poppy and I both spot two fluffy white dogs. They want to be pet. I hear two young women speaking a language I can't place. It sounds a little like Japanese, but not quite and it does not sound like Chinese, so I figure it must be Korean. I ask them where they are from and I wonder if that is rude so after they say "Korea" I try to be friendly. They are nice and shy or at least, that is how they present themselves as I observe that they judge their little white dogs as obnoxious, while I think they are just flirtatious. I wonder why the one girl wears pantyhose with her shorts, maybe that is fashionable somewhere I have never been. The two girls don't stay long and as I hear them leave the park I hear them scolding their dogs.
Back to the beginning, of the week, this is. It is still warm and we are at the park where Poppy and I both spot two fluffy white dogs. They want to be pet. I hear two young women speaking a language I can't place. It sounds a little like Japanese, but not quite and it does not sound like Chinese, so I figure it must be Korean. I ask them where they are from and I wonder if that is rude so after they say "Korea" I try to be friendly. They are nice and shy or at least, that is how they present themselves as I observe that they judge their little white dogs as obnoxious, while I think they are just flirtatious. I wonder why the one girl wears pantyhose with her shorts, maybe that is fashionable somewhere I have never been. The two girls don't stay long and as I hear them leave the park I hear them scolding their dogs.
May 03, 2013
April 17, 2013
Wednesday
I walk through the park, looking for inspiration. It is the same park, same light, same, same, same. How many times can I admire the same curve of a tree? Well, as many times as it comes. But how many times do I need to take a picture of it? But the photograph does not always correctly portray the seeing. So, today I decide to let the camera do the admiration, so that I could, afterwards, do the seeing. My wish for the camera was not perfect, maybe not even good, but it was different and it allowed me the breathing room of admiring all the same things and introducing something new.
I walk through the park, looking for inspiration. It is the same park, same light, same, same, same. How many times can I admire the same curve of a tree? Well, as many times as it comes. But how many times do I need to take a picture of it? But the photograph does not always correctly portray the seeing. So, today I decide to let the camera do the admiration, so that I could, afterwards, do the seeing. My wish for the camera was not perfect, maybe not even good, but it was different and it allowed me the breathing room of admiring all the same things and introducing something new.
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