A belatedly posted sight from my Saturday afternoon run with Lulu, our fast, young dog.
David Quigg is a writer. David Quigg is a photographer. David Quigg lives in Seattle. David Quigg devours audiobooks. David Quigg is an armchair warrior and diplomat. David Quigg used to be a newspaper reporter. David Quigg resorts to satire. David Quigg is a dad.
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A belatedly posted sight from my Saturday afternoon run with Lulu, our fast, young dog.
sights from this afternoon’s dog walk
sights from this afternoon’s dog walk
sights from today’s dog walk
another one from this morning
sights from this morning’s dog run (this dumpster and an old van, respectively)
sights from Wednesday’s old-dog walk and young-dog run
Sights from this afternoon’s dog walk.
Sights from this morning’s dog walk.
This morning, while walking the dogs, I had another weird overlap between what I was seeing and what I was listening to. The distorted shadow of the words “Entrance on Ballard Avenue” caught my eye. As I shot the second of three photos showing the shadowed words, the robot voice on my Kindle read me this passage from The Paris Review’s “Art of Nonfiction” interview with Joan Didion:
… you get the sense that it’s possible simply to go through life noticing things and writing them down and that this is OK, it’s worth doing. That the seemingly insignificant things that most of us spend our days noticing are really significant, have meaning, and tell us something.
sight from this morning’s dog walk