Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitary – 2

I know he’s there

Solitary has as many definitions as entries in this week’s Photo Challenge and is, as we have seen, not a state unique to humankind.  Our barbet, although spoiled and overwhelmed with love, knows the meaning of “alone”.  Lonesome for his friend, even the first snows of winter do not deter him from his vigil – he sends his doggy thoughts across the fence and waits patiently.  The reward is in the simple pleasure of play.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitary

When few are awake 

Travelling into a time zone that is ahead of our own lets us rise comfortably early.  As the sky starts to change from inky blue, everything is calm and it is easy to imagine those who have already been up for a few hours, from the vendors in the market and the bakers pushing golden loaves into ovens to street cleaners sweeping away the dust of yesterday. From a hotel window we can survey the city as it stirs from sleep: at dawn, all is quiet and one can easily pick out single sounds before they get swallowed by the rush of the day – water tumbling over itself into the fountain, a robin calling to its mate, the far-off rumble of a city bus making its rounds.  Like the solitary woman who wends her way to work or the man practising tai-chi in the clear light of a new day, we are alone with our thoughts, undistracted and undisturbed.