I took these pictures earlier this week, after work and with Cheyenne who loves the cool of winter. She was on a mission to lead me on a forced march through the deserted streets. It was between two and three in the morning, and despite the fog which we associate with cold clamminess I walked behind her in shirt sleeves, torn between snapping pictures and keeping up. From time to time she stopped to look back at me balefully wondering what the hold up was.
There she is, looking at me demanding to know why I can't get a move on:
From Charlie's Grocery she led me straight down the lane to Bill Butler Park.
And on past the usual collection of lovely Key West homes and their greenery.
Classic Florida louvered shutters:
I just followed...
...my Labrador. I was her shadow for a change. There she is in a feeble pool of light, waiting for slowpoke:
A lone cyclist wrong way on Olivia flashed a light at me as though I were in danger of not spotting her and running her down; literally as I was still on foot.
She was panting like a steam engine after an hour of this, 14 years old and unstoppable. Every day I am grateful for her. How else would I see the world through her amazing eyes?
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9 comments:
I didn't know that Florida can do fog. I find it very unusual.
I enjoyed the softness of the fog.
I will have to ensure my rescue mixed lab 'Midnight' does not see this entry, as our twice daily walks in Toronto this winter are quite cold enough in the sunlight. Today's morning walk at -10 Celsius seemed warm, what with the bright sunlight & no wind. However, I am uninterested in seeing what photographic opportunities might present themselves to my cold loving canine in the middle of the night. We will leave nocturnal ambling to you, Cheyenne, and the Florida Keys.
KB
Gorgeous photos Michael. I particularly like photo number two.
It has been an odd week, including a cold front with not much cold. I see pictures of snow everywhere and I wonder how I would cope had I to return to such places.
Your blog is wreaking havoc on my production at work. Between reports, I keep sneaking back to read more, grateful to be transported to another place, a different state of mind. I especially look forward to your posts about walks with Cheyenne. Bless you both. Your writing and photography are magical to me.
Glad to hear it. Posted one tomorrow about Cheyenne you may like.
Cheers
Michael
The serenity captured by your black and white images of early morning hours in the fog is wondrous.
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