Dog gravity

I was in Perth a week ago. It was hot. I stayed with a friend. We walked down the beach with her old dog. Slowly.

 The beach was crowded with dogs and people, all shapes and sizes and colours. Mostly walking. Dogs playing and splashing in the shadows. The calm water was nearly empty of people. 

Surprising. 

We watched big brown dogs collect together, then a group of small pale dogs sniffed as their humans chatted. They agglomerated then dispersed. A special dog gravity.

We walked around a lake in the evening, and watched birds feed in the receding summer shallows. Muddy edges closed in as the hot dry weather continued.

We stayed to watch the evening colours change. 

I loved the last light catching the tips of the pines.