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  • I walked out earlier for my morning run, and glanced at my camera, deciding to leave it behind, suspecting I would regret it. Buenos Aires on a Sunday is really a photographer's dream!

    When I arrived at the Rosedal, I saw there was an event, a 3K Dog Run. The race was about to begin.

    It was organized in categories: first the disabled - people, not dogs - and their service dogs. It was quite touching. Next came the large, medium, and small dog category, and finally, the walkers. There were a lot of walkers!

    As they left the starting line, the dogs went nuts! Although many of them had trained with their owners , they had not run with hundreds of other dogs. There was biting, growling, grabbing, tripping, and getting off the race course. Plus a heck of a lot of barking.

    Without a camera, it was I who was exposed. I was looking at the macro and not the micro, looking at all of life, not life through the very subjective selection of my lens. I chatted with the woman next to me, and her little girl. “You should get a dog”, she said. “they are such good company”. She told me her “medium” sized dog had been training for a year, but it was doomed as the greyhounds were in the same category, because they are thin. Mmm. Thin and fast. Like I’d like to be.

    It was mayhem and I smiled and laughed and chatted with the bystanders, something hard to do when you are behind a lens. Some of the doggies were dressed to a T, with skirts, knitted tops, knitted pants and colorful ribbons. Some of the owners were wearing “dog belts”, something attached to their waist to which they hooked the dog’s leash.

    Some dogs were being pulled or dragged along, some dog owners were being pulled or dragged along, too. A golden retriever escaped, and was caught by a happy bystander. There was even a little disabled dog happily running, its hind legs on a small wheel chair. There were families running together. There were families on the sidelines. Everyone was smiling.

    I came home wondering how much I would have missed if I had taken my camera with me.

    And yet, I wondered how much I really had missed because I didn’t take my camera with me!

    PHOTO OF LYLE AND CHARLOTTE, since I took no photos yesterday

    Esta mañana salí a correr, decidiendo dejar mi camera, pensando que me iba a arrepentir. Buenos Aires en domingo es el sueño de cualquier fotógrafo.

    Cuando llegué al Rosedal, estaba por empezar una carrera, una de perros de 3K.
    Estaba organizada en categorías: primero los discapacitados, no perros, pero personas, con sus perros de servicio. Fué muy emocionante. Después salieron los grandes, medianos, chiquitos, y finalmente, los que caminaban. Había muchos caminando!

    Cuando se largaron, los perros se volvieron locos! Aunque muchos habían entrenado con sus patrones, ninguno había corrido con tantos otros perros. Se mordían, se atacaban, se tropezaban, se salían del camino. Ladraban muchísimo.

    Sin mi máquina de fotos, era yo la que estaba expuesta. MIraba todo al macro, no micro, veía toda la vida, no el pedacito subjetivo elegido por el objetivo de mi cámera. Conversé con una señora y su nena. Me dijo que me consiguiera un perro, que era muy buena compañía. Me contó que su perro "mediano" se había entrenado con su esposo por todo un año, pero que no iba a ganar porque competía contra los galgos, que estaban en la misma categoría per ser tan delgados. Mmm. Delgada y rápida, como me gustaría ser a mí!

    Fue divertidísimo y me reí, charlando con mucha gente, algo difícil cuando estoy detrás del objetivo. Algunos de los perritos estaban muy elegantes, con camisas, polleritas, calzas tejidas a mano, y moños de todos colores. Algunos de los dueños llevaban un equipo especial, cinturones de perro atados a sus cintura, los cuales se enganchaban con la correa del perro para correr mejor.

    Algunos perros fueron arrastrados por sus dueños, y algunos dueños arrastrados por sus perros. Se escapó un golden, que atajó con alegría un espectador. Pasó hasta un perrito discapacitado, feliz con su sillita de ruedas bajo sus patas trasera. Familias corriendo juntos. Familias mirando. Todo el mundo feliz.

    Volví a casa pensando cuánto me hubiera perdido detrás de mi cámera.

    Sin embargo, me pregunto cuánto habré perdido por no tener mi cámera.

    FOTO DE LYLE Y CHARLOTTE, porque ayer no saque ninguna
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