Polite Dogs Meet and Greet

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

He walks into the pet boutique to get his claws clipped. He takes note of the lady with the clipboard. She puts him on the list; there are lots of dogs ahead of him.


A sociable bitch greets him. Avoiding eye contact, she approaches his flank. Dog etiquette: direct eye contact among strange dogs is a no-no; it signals aggression.

For a few moments, they sniff each other. The dogs are introducing themselves—exchanging information. All goes well; they lick each other in the face.


Calmly, fleetingly, they look into each other's eyes—another sign of mutual acceptance.


The lady sheathed in fitted pants sees her pal. She moves along with big dog by her side. The tiny male watches. Does he want to follow the bitch?


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X Marks the Spot

Monday, June 23, 2014

I like watching storms. I see a front moving in. I drive up to the top of a hill—a few blocks away from home.


As I pull into the cul-de-sac, I see an "X" on an embankment.


Windows XP is no longer supported.


An ominous front, it moves fast. Pink and white blankets in the foreground are discards from a tryst, I reckon. At night, city lights sparkle along the horizon. This is a lovers' lane.


Getting soaked, back into the car I go.

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Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Oh Well

June 13, 2014

George presses "two." He waits.


A minute later, he steps out, walks down the hall, enters the waiting room, and heads for the clipboard resting on the wide window ledge. The young one, a long-faced redhead receptionist looks up. "Mr. Doe, your appointment is next month—not today." Doe pivots towards the exit near a set of water fountains.


He sips from the taller one, then takes the stairs. Upon leaving the Medical Arts Building, George sails out into the sunshine. Trailing behind a spry couple, he finds his car.


On the way home, Doe stops for a bite at a roadside restaurant. He scarfs down a New York Strip and drinks cloudy-cool water from a warm glass.

Fast Lunch New York Strip

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Bird Poop

June 5, 2014

A quiet golden-hour view at a rest stop: Nice.

Peaceful Rest Stop

Thup! Huh? What the hell…


Oh crap. A vulture dumped a load. … Look at that.

Vulture Poop On the Windshield

That night, I dreamt I could not wipe that spot out of my mind. … What a nightmare.


Do you dream in color or black and white?

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Man At Airport Sits and Eats Lunch While I Watch

June 3, 2014

The battery in my Kindle died. …  Boredom. Then I saw this fellow sitting on a bench, eating lunch. Do you think he is a steward? I have a hunch he is. I presume we were both being watched by one or two video cameras. I like taking pictures inside terminals. Privacy ain't what it used to be.

If you know the identity of this gentleman, pray tell. I want to give him a signed, artisan-quality print. Since I neglected to ask him to sign a relaeas form, this picture is not for sale.

Now I want a sandwich and chips. Instead, I'll take two Tums and go to bed. Sensible.

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Nightly Dog Walk

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Sara and I take Little Guy (LG) and Jazz out regularly for a nighttime walk. The Chiweenie, LG, is high-strung and ever so vigilant. God forbid a wadded up piece of paper blows across someone's yard a block or two away.  That's all it takes to set off one of his four-alarm barking fits. He emotes whenever he sees a pedestrian, a dog, a flicker of light, etc. We neutralize his loud rants by swooping him up into the crook of the arm of whomever is walking him and then cover up his eyes—with one hand. … Such a tiny face. Remarkably, LG is the most visually-oriented dog I've known.


Sara walks LG as I follow behind with my camera and Jazz, our mellow senior dog. In the picture above, I pointed an LED pocket flashlight at the stop sign while holding onto Jazz's leash. She is used to my nighttime canine photo forays and holds still. With my free hand, I quickly compose the scene and then gently click the shutter.


Next time you go on your nightly dog walk, take a camera along. Experiment and have fun. Advice: Set the camera to a high ISO, a wide aperture, and engage the image stabilization (IS) feature.  Have fun. Good luck. Then afterwards, muck around in Photoshop.

© 2014 by Robert D. Rosinsky


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Two Dogs

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Two dogs. Our dogs. One old, the other young. One alert, the other inert. Black and tan, both rest in filtered morning light.


Two dogs. Our dogs. What a life.


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