On the path, the dogs reflect my life on the farm, the parade of life. When I close my eyes and look out on the path, I see Pearl, Clementine, Orson, Izzy, Emma, Maria, Frieda, Rose of course, Lenore and now Red. I have trouble remembering my life before Maria, it was a different kind of life. All the dogs who come here love the path, walk on it together, peacefully, even Frieda now, who seems to think little of running off into the woods. My life here passes before me, reflected by these loving and spiritual creatures, and the photographs I am drawn to taking of them, every day. I have been lucky in life, lucky in dogs.