A dogs’ disappointment

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A warm breeze flowed through the patio of the local book store.  A pleasant day to relax and watch the array of people walk and jog through the street.  Visitors to the area wore a lanyard that displayed a pass that allowed them entry into some of the restored colonial homes.

College students dressed in their causal wear of flip flops, shorts, tee shirts and tank tops scurry to class with backpacks flapping against their backs.

The locals walked or sat on the benches, sometime they’d sit with their dogs and chat with the people passing by.  Before I shot this picture the dog laid on the ground peacefully at his master’s feet.  This young pretty jogger came near and the dog quickly sat up.  Its eyes locked on the runner, ears perked, tongue hung out, and a grin on his face. If he could speak, he’d probably say, “please! please! let me run with you I can keep up”.

What a disappointment for the dog when she jogged by without notice.  His head drooped and he slowly dropped to the ground with his head on his legs, eyelids half closed.     Street Photo-7.jpg
Disappointment

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Music from Saxophone Man

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Today is when the country harvest is brought to the city.  A cornucopia of vegetables, fruits, and plants are displayed on the street vendor’s tables.  Amongst these colorful arrangements is this gentleman with his golden yellow saxophone from which a medley of big-band songs is played.  A smooth mellow sound fills the market-place.  People stop, look and listen as they sway gently to the rhythm.

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Music

 

Legs ‘N’ Coffee like Legs in Fine Wine

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I am at my local coffee shop reading my i-pad eating a bagel and sipping coffee.  I looked up and from the position of my table, I see a pair of long nude legs.  

One leg crossed over her other leg her feet wore black patent stiletto heels.  One foot makes a slow circular motion as to beckon me to come closer.  Her suntanned legs looked like a fine polished piece of furniture.  

Thoughtfully, I picked up my empty cup, paper napkins and went toward the trash receptacle.  As I came closer to her I thought I’d compliment her and say you have nice legs. Instead I asked, “ is this where I put my tray”?  With a hitch hikers wave her thumb pointed to the rectangular sign that read “Thank You”.  Hmmm! I wonder if she read my thoughts or pointed for me to empty my trash.

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