Normally, Luna is such a gentle dog. But here she is depicted drinking from a human skull, so perhaps there is a darker edge to her.
Or maybe she just likes rainwater seasoned with pine needles and dirt.
Mark and I have been walking a lot of hills in the area, due to the fact that the new Fitbits can measure stairs climbed in addition to steps, heartrate, and other things. One of the perks of climbing a lot of hills is discovering views like this one, which probably doesn't come across in a cellphone picture:
I'm sure the people who own the house are quite happy with the view from their livingroom. And I can only imagine what that does to property values.
But even close to Mark's home there are many shades, textures, and qualities of green to discover, like these:
I'm starting to settle into the life and rhythms of Victoria again. The mundane task of doing a load of laundry may help me transition from the feeling of "on vacation" to "living here for a while."
And with the dryer buzzer now sounding, I'd better sign off and post again later.
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