I passed through the gate on my way to the car this morning. This work of art clung to the gate I could have glanced at it, said ‘neat’ and kept moving. Instead I stopped to admire and give thanks.
The more I look, the more I see.
A little blurry because both camera and Achilles were in motion.
On getting home, I let myself in leaving the door open. I drop my bag and let the dogs out of the living room, then follow them outside. Achilles romped this afternoon. Kendal tended to business first, then galloped up, his greeting no less enthusiastic.