On St. Croix a Crucian man told me they used a wood for posts locally called iron wood, a type of mahogany that is, obviously, considered strong as iron in that it seems to not rot and termites don't like it. Yet another wood that is literally scarce on the ground these days.
When I take this walk, it usually ends up with that wonderful curving part of the road where rocks and water meet, but this time that didn't happen. Hearing the deep bass barking of dogs behind this sign, I figured, if they were loose and not happy with me, my camera was not going to be much of a defense (no pun intended), so turning around and heading back seemed like the best option. Hopefully, I can meet the dog owner here and find out if safe passage is assured for the next time.
Remember Jane's dog, Hound Dog? Here's an update from David for all of those who did so much to see him safely to his new home. It looks to be filled with love, traveling both ways.
|And a blow dry|
Have a meet the memories Monday. Do something mossy.