Some of our greatest historical and artistic figures we place in museums; others, we take for walks! #Roger Caras
The temples of the dog…
feed the restless, the lonely, the down and out.
In the massive fields of daisy and blues, always intense…the wanting to move.
The temples of the dog…are indulged in only you.
Latent beauty of kinship rollicking through and through.
Above and below the strictness of un-tethered land, a mystery for both woman and man.
Doubtless, am I, as to nostalgic past, I relish the tussled mane, the hackles…brittle and crass.
Temples of the dog…
‘I watch in awe that such simplicity and speed. Can encompass such great desire to please.’
Nothing more whimsical than wild turkey’s in the evergreens
A dog’s stubby knees
Frisky felines pretending to be sweet
Heifer’s that refuse to take a seat
She runs to what she knows…and disregards all the rest. When I eventually reach up to her…it is then I understand love with no regrets.
Still a mighty hunter offering to me….
‘What I now know is her best.’
Both our strides a bit slower than before…