Daily Note
Every day, a photograph, a poem.
Today was a winter rain day, where it feels as if walking through fog, breathing in a cloud of fine rain drops that soak through without rolling off. We took a different path today, Guthrie and I, down on the east river road below the houses. The road was soaked from the drizzling fog, filled with mud puddles, decaying and slippery leaves, and muddy path.
Of course, Guthrie didn’t mind. He meandered through the sagebrush and grasses, sniffing here and there to check his messages and leave a few of his own. Now our first dog [and my only dog until Guthrie] surprised me by running right through every puddle in his way. I was shocked. A cat would never do that!
So I decided to test Guthrie about puddles. Here’s the test— Did he pass?
Guthrie is a good dog! Except that even after walking about 40 minutes, he still wasn’t ready to go home. So we walked about twenty minutes more up the hill towards the wild lands, stopping to take a few pictures at one of my favorites spots there, looking south towards Grand Coulee Dam on the Columbia River, as Lake Rufus Woods. I also pulled up two photos of the sunflowers in September, 2016, one looking north and another south.
And the drizzle of rain followed us the entire walk, but neither Guthrie or I minded one bit. The view and the fresh air felt like a gift.
And so, a poem
Poetry
Winter Breathes
Winter breathes in wisps
Sheri Edwards
of grey vapors finely held
as a gift of rain.
12.04.23 336.365.23
Poetry/Photography
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