I went out and photographed my neighborhood without getting too lost yesterday. I'm not over joyed with any of them. I'm still kind of sheepish about bringing the camera up to my face and photographing people. In case someone approaches me about it I won't really know how to say anything to them... so I'll stick to shooting dogs and from the hip for now.

This dog was lost as lost as I am.
He seemed to be at home. He kept peeing on things.
I envy his freedom and the fact that he doesn't have to learn the local language.

In France, they have wood grain mannequins.
I don't get it.