Thursday, December 11, 2008

Ways of Seeing

It's not that dogs don't witness grandeur, it's just that they find it in other things than we do. While I point my camera toward the sky, Boz and his pal Sprocket point their noses elsewhere. Inhaling grandeur, as it were.

It's all right with me. We don't have to see everything the same way. There's plenty for everyone to enjoy.

21 comments:

USelaine said...

Your timing is perfect (of course). I don't seem have the fully powered human sense of smell, so it seems, and so the canine senses are beyond imagining.

Laurie said...

This is my new favorite of yours, beautiful Petrea. (It's taken over the spot previously held by the blimp man.) I love everything about this photo -- and your words are frosting on a perfect cake.

Go Boz! Inhaling Grandeur should be a book title...

lynn said...

I've never thought of it this way. Great shot!

Virginia said...

Great text and I love the dogs' names! Does Sprocket's tail spin round and round when excited??? Perfect title as well P. Good one1
V

Afyonkarahisar said...

Fauna can a day. Mountains, trees ... Fresh air ...

maria said...

sometimes the best things are right under our noseses - we should learn from Boz and Sproket.

Vanda said...

Lively shrubbery.

Susan C said...

Sometimes there are advantages to being short sighted.

Great photo and reflection.

HearkenCreative said...

I must leave my cave and see (and/or smell) this grandeur that you speak of.

Trish said...

Dogs are like 2 year old children---they must TASTE everything in order to find out what it is---which usually includes sniffing first. I *always* laugh when dogs sniff my tennies and ALL the other dogs I've been around and then pop their heads up like "Wow, YOU sure get around!".

I wouldn't mind their sense of smell most days, but really enjoy the visual effects I get to enjoy like your photo. Ultimately better, I think, than being able to sniff the rear end of another animal and figure out what they had for lunch!

Knoxville Girl said...

And besides inhaling grandeur (I love that phrase, can I borrow it?), dogs inhale the present moment. there is no other.
Great photo and text, Petrea.

Keith said...

Love seeing dogs along for a hike. The joy on their faces trying to take it all in. Really puts things in perspective.

Ms M said...

Lovely shot. It's great walking with dogs and watching them explore with such intensity. It's like they have "vacuum noses."

Cafe Observer said...

Yes, we K9's enjoy the company, usually, of taking our people out for a walk or hike!
Sometimes they misbehave & we gotta put the human species on a leash.

Bernie K. said...

Indeed, dogs live outside time. They have no sense of history, but feel loss. They expect nothing, but want specific things (preferably at 5:36 p.m. every day, without fail). They don't know about any dogs which have come before, but pine for their kind.

Dogs are all about space. They cleave Einsteinian conceits with the blade of simplicity. Their anxieties—about loneliness, about faroff barking, about kibble—are easily assuaged; being outside time allows one to forget one's trouble: the instant is all, and joy always returns.

I envy dogs.

Lucio said...

Oh, I like this post a lot, Petrea! I have never ceased being interested in alternative ways of seeing and experiencing the world - hence, my interest in art and philosophy, I suppose - and feel that most of what we understand as "reality" is better understood as "habit": which, in itself, is not a bad thing. However, a life lived strictly within the confines of only one "reality" seems, at least to me, a life diminished, impoverished, possibly even wasted.

Also, there is an extraordinary synchronicity between this post and my latest FB status update:

Lucio is an unfixed star in a welter of unfixed constellations.

Weird, huh?

Petrea said...

Thank you all for your great comments! I had a long day, it's late and I have to get up early - I'll respond more in depth tomorrow. I'm always delighted by your comments.

Dina said...

The nose knows.

Bernie K. said...

… quoth Nostrildamus.

Petrea said...

Thanks for visiting, everyone. A couple of things:

Yes Virginia, now that I think of it, Sprocket's tail goes in circles. It goes all over the place. He's a happy pooch.

Bernie, your words are poetry but I must disagree on one point: Boz expects his dinner at 5:30 (not 5:36, but you were close). His tummy is like a clock. If I'm busy at the computer and have forgotten, he comes and tells me.

Lucio: one must travel, even just a little way off one's beaten path, don't you think?

Oh yes, Ms. M! Boz Hoovers the kitchen floor after dinner.

Lucio said...

Consciously or unconsciously, we're always on journeys of one kind or another: so, why not make them to interesting places? One needn't go far, or spend much, in order to explore other ways of seeing and being: indeed, one needn't move at all, or spend a single cent! Applied to even the most unpromising, seemingly stale facticities, our imaginations can tease out new realities from old - and, in the process, refresh us.