The real voyage of discovery is not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.- Marcel Proust
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Sally and the Stick
I know what you thought. You saw the title and thought, "Oh, yet another dog portrait, this one with a stick." Nope. I saw a salamander on my last trail run and remembered how many of these lovelies I caught as a child. We used to camp at a lake called Bearwallow (surely not its real name, but it did give my seven-year-old self a few unique visions!), and spent hours chasing these in the shallows of the lake. I can't remember what we did with them once caught. I prefer to think we released them. I don't think I knew then what a tomboy was, but I probably was one. Was? Who am I kidding? I prefer puppies over dolls. I have to be coerced into wearing makeup or jewelry. I'd much rather run with boys through the woods on muddy trails than go shopping at a mall. What do you call a grown-up tomboy? Monica!