tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post5800457157257168893..comments2023-10-25T02:14:11.431-07:00Comments on Living Vicuriously, aka Pasadena Daily Photo, has moved.: Ways of SeeingPetrea Burchardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13043950465171821852noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-67915328262118489122008-12-12T21:43:00.000-08:002008-12-12T21:43:00.000-08:00Consciously or unconsciously, we're always on jour...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.Volmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17752019421419951656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-218299366866182502008-12-12T18:48:00.000-08:002008-12-12T18:48:00.000-08:00Thanks for visiting, everyone. A couple of things:...Thanks for visiting, everyone. A couple of things:<BR/><BR/>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.<BR/><BR/>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.<BR/><BR/>Lucio: one must travel, even just a little way off one's beaten path, don't you think?<BR/><BR/>Oh yes, Ms. M! Boz Hoovers the kitchen floor after dinner.Petrea Burchardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13043950465171821852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-1925652849859732902008-12-12T10:16:00.000-08:002008-12-12T10:16:00.000-08:00… quoth Nostrildamus.… quoth Nostrildamus.John Sandelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08149954535616537207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-45192111986706617192008-12-12T01:13:00.000-08:002008-12-12T01:13:00.000-08:00The nose knows.The nose knows.Dinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03461925401870320466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-89085806927643716482008-12-11T23:03:00.000-08:002008-12-11T23:03:00.000-08:00Thank you all for your great comments! I had a lon...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.Petrea Burchardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13043950465171821852noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-62670857679062741192008-12-11T22:46:00.000-08:002008-12-11T22:46:00.000-08:00Oh, I like this post a lot, Petrea! I have never c...Oh, I like this post <I>a lot</I>, 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.<BR/><BR/>Also, there is an extraordinary synchronicity between this post and my latest FB status update:<BR/><BR/><I>Lucio is an unfixed star in a welter of unfixed constellations.</I><BR/><BR/>Weird, huh?Volmonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17752019421419951656noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-5859018443012441492008-12-11T22:43:00.000-08:002008-12-11T22:43:00.000-08:00Indeed, dogs live outside time. They have no sense...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.<BR/><BR/>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.<BR/><BR/>I envy dogs.John Sandelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08149954535616537207noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-81395069808061558042008-12-11T22:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T22:07:00.000-08:00Yes, we K9's enjoy the company, usually, of ta...Yes, we K9's enjoy the company, usually, of taking our people out for a walk or hike!<BR/>Sometimes they misbehave & we gotta put the human species on a leash.Cafe Observerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10115520512264907360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-57501748262024885402008-12-11T19:18:00.000-08:002008-12-11T19:18:00.000-08:00Lovely shot. It's great walking with dogs and watc...Lovely shot. It's great walking with dogs and watching them explore with such intensity. It's like they have "vacuum noses."Ms Mhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07960193596384417988noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-65398061212951203552008-12-11T17:42:00.000-08:002008-12-11T17:42:00.000-08:00Love seeing dogs along for a hike. The joy on the...Love seeing dogs along for a hike. The joy on their faces trying to take it all in. Really puts things in perspective.Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05778277588154354430noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-43642759681161433422008-12-11T13:13:00.000-08:002008-12-11T13:13:00.000-08:00And besides inhaling grandeur (I love that phrase,...And besides inhaling grandeur (I love that phrase, can I borrow it?), dogs inhale the present moment. there is no other.<BR/>Great photo and text, Petrea.Knoxville Girlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13528055515741187585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-17962979830985229852008-12-11T12:30:00.000-08:002008-12-11T12:30:00.000-08:00Dogs are like 2 year old children---they must TAST...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!".<BR/><BR/>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!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-66490829855092665182008-12-11T11:34:00.000-08:002008-12-11T11:34:00.000-08:00I must leave my cave and see (and/or smell) this g...I must leave my cave and see (and/or smell) this grandeur that you speak of.HearkenCreativehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11604029922961251965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-24566680465993085242008-12-11T10:44:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:44:00.000-08:00Sometimes there are advantages to being short sigh...Sometimes there are advantages to being short sighted.<BR/><BR/>Great photo and reflection.Susan Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12178330935523896363noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-85787807253444633092008-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:00Lively shrubbery.Lively shrubbery.Vandahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05467945696376519810noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-32063456692155725942008-12-11T10:25:00.000-08:002008-12-11T10:25:00.000-08:00sometimes the best things are right under our nose...sometimes the best things are right under our noseses - we should learn from Boz and Sproket.Mariahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14931292655690718926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-13165172780339880622008-12-11T05:40:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:40:00.000-08:00Fauna can a day. Mountains, trees ... Fresh air .....Fauna can a day. Mountains, trees ... Fresh air ...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-20883218053869012492008-12-11T05:27:00.000-08:002008-12-11T05:27:00.000-08:00Great text and I love the dogs' names! Does Sproc...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<BR/>VVirginiahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01152464973355194995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-92197242457240389252008-12-11T03:54:00.000-08:002008-12-11T03:54:00.000-08:00I've never thought of it this way. Great shot!I've never thought of it this way. Great shot!Cheltenhamdailyphotohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00518073757785956012noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-20504655724777858112008-12-11T01:43:00.000-08:002008-12-11T01:43:00.000-08:00This is my new favorite of yours, beautiful Petrea...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.<BR/><BR/>Go Boz! Inhaling Grandeur should be a book title...Laurie Alleehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14460272282273523408noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1067046564433930606.post-3646126686524035062008-12-11T00:11:00.000-08:002008-12-11T00:11:00.000-08:00Your timing is perfect (of course). I don't seem h...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.USelainehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15551995221350532168noreply@blogger.com