I remember the old sheep, gone from my pasture now. I do not know what has become of them, it is not my business or concern. They were with me for two months, and it was a good two months for them. Lots of grass, shade from the sun. We were careful not to work or run them much, only bring them into the fenced and protected pasture at night. I miss photographing them, but am grateful for their time here.
16
August
Remembering The Old Sheep
by Jon Katz