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Photo Tribute and Old Dogs

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The train, the train….rarely leaves the station these days @ historic Railroad Museum
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Cute little shop in the Travel Channel Famous Little Skyscraper..made possible by the greed of the oil boom ca. 1930s.
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What’s July without a droopy-seen-better-days sunflower?
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Dark and light, light and shadow, creepy old abandoned buildings, fun, fun.
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A row of delivery doors….when something used to be delivered.
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And farewell…/
He was big and white, a lover of a soft bed
With my fingers tight, I stroked his large head
White as snow and kind as a dove
Taught us about life and unconditional love
Running amok in a bed of snow flowers
Clamoring to come inside during May showers
His clumsy feet became slow
And there were fewer places he wished to go
With soft brown eyes, his head turned to me
Going to navigate a path I could not see
Through that valley we walked
And for the last time, I talked
To calm the unknown, his fear of the end
Calling on special ones to wait there for my friend
In the midst of that sad, shady summer time
Head bowed in sorrow for that upward climb
That night I dreamed
in peaceful sleep
of shady summer time
of old dogs and children
and watermelon wine”
–Tom T. Hall

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  1. I liked the grungy photo (train garage?) with so much history in its rusty doors. Then, I always get a little teary-eyed over old dogs, faithful companions, who loved their masters and family so dearly by protecting them from harm’s way.

  2. Stroking your dog. Oops. Cell phone and almost midnight. Better quit and rest my eyes for early morning wake up.

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