Week 1 – Image Junkyard 3

Ancient stones glued together with unknown materials that were mixed at the time from what was available create shelters as housing for both humans and animals.  The smell off arm fills the air at the summit of the Sacred Mountain where truffles live.  An old, mangy dog the color of the gravel in the road looks more like a sheep that shrank than a canine.  A large bulb of blood is embedded in his forehead like a young woman from India.  He moves as slow as my knees and it seems to take quite an effort for him to wag his tail.  Sheep and cattle droppings make for a nie warm bed in the sun to ease his aching arthritic joints.  He seems to love the perfume of the processed straw that softens his sunning spot by the road.