I have two dogs.

One always on the left out of focus and fuzzy. Content to fade into the background. Content to do his own thing.

The other commands the near right frame. Razor sharp. In focus, edges rarely blurred.

One, fascinated with small things. Looking down, studying the ground alert to the smallest of movements making friends with shadows and earthworms.

The other, head in the clouds. Looking up, watching for grand displays; squirrels jumping from tree to tree, birds taking flight.

Somewhere in the middle, at the visible horizon, where the sky and Earth appear to meet, where the eye naturally rests, where bees flit from flower to flower collecting pollen, where butterflies take the stage; somewhere in this field of vision, this middle ground of extremes is where I strive to be.

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