Walking the Dog
September 10, 2015 § 2 Comments
When the days are long and busy I come back home unwilling to talk much. Sometimes after dinner, and before the days get too short and light escapes too soon, I make my rounds, a certain path, two-three blocks around my house. One of my cameras always accompanies me.
I’m the dog I walk myself, taking the same paths again and again, taking a pic at the same places. That has a relaxing and reassuring effect on me. I’ve taken this rounds in other cities too. For all cities are related to each other and offer the basics I need: the bridges…
… the construction sites,
… the local shops,
… the neighbourhood’s windows,
… and if I’m lucky enough, one or two wedding dresses stores…
Especially the latter have become a must to my meditation walks. And in my city I have the ones I go back to.
Oh, no, I’m not obsessed with marriage and it hasn’t been an unfulfilled wish to get married in a wedding dress, for I got married all the ways I wanted to. But I’m fascinated by these traditional, often kitsch, sometimes moving and….
… sometimes terribly scary windows.
And after I’ve marked all my corners, I finally return the dog home and wait for the night to fall.
(All photos from my evening walk earlier tonight.)