I must describe today in photos, as I don’t have time for words. We spent the morning working on my eyes; part II of the cataract surgery will be on September 17th, with more examinations, dilations, etc. Maria and I stopped for breakfast, and I took a portrait shot of her that I think is special.
I have thought a lot about Zip and me, and I do well with animals when I respect them, and they respect me. Animals like Zip and Red and Rose and Zinnia deserve to live the lives of animals, not overproduced human children, who are not permitted to have or solve problems as a rule.
The Animal Rights vision for Zip – and that of many rational people – was for him to be treated as a helpless human child with humans making all of the decisions for humans, including his right to life as he wished insofar as is practical and possible. Zip and I respect each other and the work we each need to do, as happened with Rose and Red. I wish we lived in a world where human beings can recognize that working horses should work, and so should working dogs, donkeys, and Barn Cats.
Tonight is chess night with Ian McRae, which is sacrosanct around here. I’ll play as long as my eyes hold out.
Manure in the most.
Fate in sunrise
Sue Silverstein got her first delivery of art supplies from our Wish List the other day. Thanks, good people.
I’m enjoying getting to know Dr. Solomon, who will operate on my other idea in a few weeks. He said he’s done more than 10,000 eye surgeries, and I believe him. I thanked him for restoring my sight. This will take a month to heal.
Maria greeted Asher this morning.
We found a new and great breakfast place on the way to the eye surgeon. I loved the light on Maria, so I took this portrait, which I really loved. It might be the best one ever.
Fate at rest is the most beautiful sleeper of any dog I’ve had.
You and my Dad would get along so well. On the topic of animals, he never had an animal that didn’t have a job to do. When he couldn’t give them that, he found a next home/barn/job so they’d know they belonged. My brother had a “alley dog” (meaning dumped in town) that was protective of family and land and out of a job when my brother started college. Dad called a farmer he trusted and Stubber had a new job.
A couple of months later, Dad visited the farm. Stubber was over joyed to see him, sat moaning a bit while the people talked. When it was “his” turn, the dog took Dad by the hand to get him started on a tour of the whole farmyard. Stubb’s new job. Chickens, hogs, cattle, and more all got inspected.
Stubber didn’t even follow the car down the drive when Dad pulled out. Why would he want to?
It always makes me cringe to comment on people whom I’ve never met and truly do not know, but I hope it’s forgiveable and not too pushy to say, your portrait of Maria reminds me of a Wise Woman. In the oldest and hopefully (taken)best sense of the word.
Lovely comment, and precisely what I saw…
Maria is one of the wisest and most intuitive of women. Beautiful portrait, you captured her perfectly!