Wow. Saturday has totally disappeared in a blink of the eye. In one long blink of the eye. I spent the morning at TAS-South walking and photographing dogs and then came back home, ate four slices of fresh Ontario peach (no better peaches on the planet in my estimation) and then lay on the couch. Next thing I know, the light has faded and the house is frickin hot from baking in the afternoon heat and humidity.
I wander around aimlessly into the kitchen, look in the fridge, have a couple of olives, have a glass of water, wander upstairs.
The attic is even hotter so I turn the fan on. I could set up the A/C in the window but I'm still sleepheaded and can't be bothered. I'm going to try to remember this saturated heat feeling when February rolls around. There's some "Hot and Spicy Taste Sensation" tamarind balls on the desk beside the computer so I chew on one of those.
I'm not even sure how I got there now, but I find this online: Photo Booth, In Focus: Dogs, from the New Yorker.
This leads me to the work of Dietmar Busse, above, as well as Charlotte Dumas, below.
As per the synopsis for Dumas' book Heart Shaped Hole:
Dumas returns to the city where she photographed racehorses for her artist's book Palermo 7 in order to focus her attention on Palermo's stray dogs. The result is a collection of fourteen intimate portraits that manage to convey each dog's personality as well their collective strength and resourcefulness. Dumas shot her subjects on the ancient city streets where they live among cardboard boxes, grocery carts, and other human debris.
Now it's time for me to edit some of the photos from this morning. There's a super squiggly Doberman puppy coming up.