It was summertime by 33 degrees south latitude and 18 degrees east longitude, but on that day, a howling wind
from the southeast sprayed the coastline with a winter coating. Sand flew, horizontal and abrasive, and the ocean was like an endless field of whitecaps, fluffy white flowers on a bed of blue grass. So the dogs played in the sand and had a blast while we got sand-blasted. But there was more in the air then just salt and sand. There was... something. And Cézanne would have loved the light.
And then there was fish & chips. The dogs got a chip each, but that’s a secret.





























« blown away, I am simply blown away now that I see your pics. No kidding.
Date of comment: 2008-03-23 15:41 •And I see one black dog but what happen to the truncated ones? Izat a special effect? héhé »
« Blown away... Well that would be normal with the wind there was...
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Date of comment: 2008-03-23 15:44 •And no, the dogs aren’t truncated, they are whole.
« Yes, the corgies are Entire...
Date of comment: 2008-03-23 19:25 •...and I want fish and chips soused in vinegar.
Sigh. »
« Entire, not truncated, I don’t know... I have my suspiscions.
Date of comment: 2008-03-25 13:11 •We could call them les rase-mottes? Les ventre-a-pattes? Les ventres-a-terre? »