While photographing the gates for my earlier post several onlookers of the four-legged variety spied on me. At least, they tried to, despite the aforementioned gates.
This town is full of dogs you never really get to see. You hear the barking, then the rushing toward the gate—all part of the well-contained attempt to scare you away. And then, after you’ve imagined a ferocious beast, a sweet little snout appears in the gap between the dirt and the enclosure. Sometimes they carry on barking. Sometimes they whine. And sometimes you can hear a tail wagging on the other side: trespassing forgiven.