At the first Bedlam Farm, I began taking photos of the dogs on the path with Rose, then Izzy and Pearl, then Lenore, Frieda and Red. For awhile there were four dogs, then three, and when I think of my beautiful path, I guess I think of Rose most often, and her daily bouts with the imaginary squirrel. I love paths, they symbolize the choices and directions of life.

So we have a new path now, in a park close to our new home. It goes on for a mile or so, and then it branches off into the woods where there are beautiful trails. It is a different path, with different light, but it is beautiful and symmetrical  in its own way This morning, we took Red, Lenore and Frieda out for their first walk together (I had taken Red and Lenore but not Frieda.) This looks like a permanent ritual for us. My life is on a different path, changes all around. I am reeling a bit. Tomorrow morning, work, work, work, back to my life as a writer.