Maria has a bug of some kind, I bullied her into knocking off work at 4 p.m. – she battled me every step of the way. Got her tucked in on the sofa, ferrying tea, plotting a dinner that will be easy on her stomach. I took Red and Lenore up on the hill – can’t take Frieda, alas, she’s too wild off the leash up there – we walked up in the hills, and I let the wind blow right across me and stood to face it. Red always keeps an eye on me, always, a good thing for a photographer. Sometimes, he looks so much like a spirit dog that it’s almost frightening. He seems to be saying something, noticing something. I like the photos I took, I’ll put them up as a photo album on Facebook later this evening.