The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of, because words make them smaller. When they were in your head they were limitless; but when they come out they seem to be no bigger than normal things. It's hard and painful for you to talk about these things...and then people just look at you strangely. They haven't understood what you've said at all, or why you almost cried while you were saying it.
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
An autumn walk with Isabella
The last autumn leaves in our neighbourhood.
The other day, I went for a walk with Isabella. The weather was perfect and the afternoon's sun just appropriate for taking some shots. Some of them you can see in my today's post. Isabella took her favourite rat Blixten (Silver always prefers to stay at home) who didn't seem to be particulary content with the idea to be on a leash so long time. He felt much better and comfortable when she took him under her jacket where he fell asleep straight away, or maybe just pretended to sleep so as not to be disturb by anyone. Anyway, it was really nice afternoon of perhaps one of the last sunny autumn days this year.
Isabella and her Blixten.
2 comments:
Spory jest ten wasz szczurek.:-) Ale milutki.
Jest nieco wiekszy od tego drugiego Silvera i ma inny charakter. Jest bardziej towarzyski i wczesniej sie budzi.
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