“The disposition of noble dogs is to be gentle with people they know and the opposite with those they don’t know…How, then, can the dog be anything other than a lover of learning since it defines what’s its own and what’s alien.”
— Plato
He blinks upon the hearth-rug,
and yawns in deep content,
accepting all the comforts
that Providence has sent.
Louder he purrs, and louder,
in one glad hymn of praise
for all the night’s adventures,
for quiet, restful days.
Life will go on for ever,
with all that cat can wish:
warmth and the glad procession
of fish and milk and fish.
Only-the thought disturbs him-
he’s noticed once or twice,
the times are somehow breeding
a nimbler race of mice.
Alexander Gray
waiting for the light
Taken at an anniversary party I attended this weekend.
taken for the “this is what beautiful looks like” Flickr group.
the fog, lifting
Captured out in the back yard this morning, after the thick morning fog was beginning to burn off.









