Water World

A morning float.

I seem to be a little obsessed.

With water. And, why not? If you read anything about climate change, you know just how important water is to all of us. To our lives. To our lifestyle. To our bodies. You know that 8 glasses of water per day thing? It’s real. That’s just a ballpark number. Some of us need a little less. Some of us, a little more. For sure we need more down here in the swamp. Especially in summer.

So, why shouldn’t I be obsessed with water? At least when I am out wandering around. With or without a dog. Or six.

I found this picture on a morning walk. Just about 90 minutes ago, at 10:30 am, my time. Okay, Central Daylight Time. Sometimes, I can work fast. When I feel like it. And, I know what I have.

The picture. See it, shoot it. Add a little post production to clean things up and brighten them a little. Done and done.

In case you are wondering. I’m recovering from all that traveling. Even so, my normal work day is something like this. Get up around 7am. Read, eat and home stuff until about 8 am. Work until the dogs nag me into walking which is usually around 10am. Go back to work when that’s done. Or, do home stuff. This lasts until… whenever. Sometimes until the dogs pre-dinner walk. Sometime, I work into the evening.




    1. It’s not so bad. Somebody has to run the house. They do it pretty well. Seriously, five are rescue dogs. They are either cocker spaniels or medium poodles so they are all about the same size. Coincidentally, the girls are cockers, the boys are poodles.

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      1. πŸ‘€πŸ‘€πŸ‘€πŸ‘€πŸ‘€πŸ‘€ that’s funny Ray! I can picture this easily πŸ€“β˜ΊοΈ lots of rain fro you again hope you’re safe and dry! πŸ€“


      2. It’s real disconcerting. They work as a team. Some day I’ll tell you about the great doggie door adventure.

        We bought this house on the so-called “sliver by the river,” which is one area that didn’t flood after Katrina. In fact, it was built in 1854 and has never had water. Saturday’s “event” got us to watching Spike Lee’s documentary about Katrina. Exactly three weeks from now… 12 years ago. With or without Spike’s film, I start getting real nervous about now. Some kind of PTSD I expect.


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