Saturday, February 7

I go for an aimless walk to look for something to photograph. The dog, of course, comes with me. And the bigger dog comes with her. And for a while the third dog tags along with the second one. Then Luka comes down the hill and joins th procession.

I feel like an unpopular version of the Pied Piper (if anyone ever thought of the original Pied Piper as popular).

A man head-carrying a very large sack of plastic bottles obligingly walks past. I see him regularly, always carrying a sack of empty plastic bottles.

Hopefully not the same sack, or at least not the same bottles.