I’m grateful for walking among ancient junipers with this marvelous companion for so many years. He gets tuckered out quicker than he used to, but he’s still always game for a walk in the woods. We haven’t been able to go to the rim for a month or so, since his episode in deep snow, but we were reminiscing this evening, and I promised him we’ll go soon, soon as the snow melts a little more and the mud dries a bit, enough to give us some dry ground to walk on. It’s remarkable that he’s made it through this winter: While hope can be a dangerous delusion, I did this evening dare to hope he’ll live to see another. I give thanks every morning that he wakes up alive and eager to go outside. I give thanks every day that I wake up alive to walk with these divine beings, Stellar and these ancient trees.
Magnificent old trees and a magnificent old dog. Beautiful portraits of both.