I think of my life not as one path, but a series of paths. One after another. We have found a new path right next to Bedlam Farm, a beautiful hill shrouded in meadows and trees. It’s steeper than the other path, the one in the woods by the first farm, yet this is enchanting, open spaces for the dogs to run, tree lines to bound our walk, our beautiful new home lying in the background below. My dogs and I are in sync, when I reach for the camera, they stop and wait and watch. I do not need to pose them, they know what I want.