I was taking Gus out to the backyard with Red and Fate to run the dogs a bit – with border collies, this is good to do two or three times a day. I stopped short, and nearly held my breath when I looked down, I saw this foot. It was a beautiful foot.

I know this foot, I said, I love this foot. This is a worthy foot, deserving of massage and admiration and the best sneakers and shoes. In movie theaters, I often rub this foot, it is special to me.
This is Maria’s foot, I would know it anywhere, it is a beautiful foot, a natural work of art. Look at the arch, the lines, the toes.

It is a graceful foot. My wife is a woods fairy, really, she walks around barefoot for most of the year, except in bitter cold and snow, I have no doubt she would walk around naked if she could, and it would be okay with me.

I stopped to admire this wonderful foot, this thing of grace, and wondered why it was out there, she must have been walking on the wet grass and then walked on the slate stones on the way to her studio.

I knew I had to take a photo of this foot. I love this foot, I came across it today.

And what a pleasant surprise to come across in like that, right in the middle of the day.