Me by Olive / Olive by My Cell Phone

...in the afternoon light, praise be there is some, me and lil' O walk around midwood, bk...today i had no camera...when i do i find myself sooooooo wanting to shoot that even shrubs are becoming sexy and i think my next roll of film will consist of every porch swing i've seen with olive during our walks from cortelyou road to newkirk and back... today we took some extra time to poke around backyards that weren't ours but that were so inviting / open i was sure if anyone HAD caught us out there playing they would have said "ohhh youuuuu guys...do you want ice in your lemonade?" knock on wood - this little lady and i get along. she knows it's a professional relationship and treats it as such. she's not clingy or teary or whiney or mean or TOO possessive. she is not a clown per sé nor does she find many things hillarious but she IS quick to smile and loves her best friend gustavito most of all and exercises her 40+ (?) word vocabulary with aplomb for most of the day...questions?! don't ask...although perhaps she's just posing rhetorical questions and I'M the asshole...i noticed last week she can't pronounce the "k" or "q" sounds and so today as we were trespassing along 17th and 18th streets i began asking her where the kitty kats were and if she'd seen any because i'm a kid too, and boy do i love titty tats.