And shoot 200 foul shots

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The photographs were taken on October 17th, early in the morning when there was a little bit of fog enticing photographers. Or at least me. The people I met had dogs with them.

This morning I walked for almost three hours, visiting six lakes in Meiko. I didn't meet anyone except a black dog who was wearing a red jacket.

(Posting title is from the poem Foul Shots: A Clinic by William Matthews.)