As long as I’ve lived in the country, I’ve taken photos of my dogs on different paths. When I first came up to the country with Julius and Stanley, my Yellow Labs, I didn’t take photos. I took my first dogs on the path photo at the first Bedlam Farm with Rose and then with Izzy, Lenore and Frieda. Great dogs all, and every dog I have had up here understands that posing for photos is good and honest work for them, and they willingly do it.

This morning, another chapter in my book of life, a new path in some beautiful woods. Two different dogs, Red and Fate. Two great working dogs, two wonderful companions. I like the dogs in the path photos, they are a chronicle of my life, and my life with dogs. They remind me of the paths of life that all of us are on, they are harbingers of crisis, change and mystery.

We are all on our own paths, they always change, the cast always evolves, there is no stasis in our lives, perhaps because dogs do not live as long as we do, they help us see the nature of our own world. I think my dogs are never more at  home than when they are out in the deep woods running and exploring. And posing on their path.