Great Meadows
Our lunch yesterday at La Provence included the usual topics (work, writing, photographs, wood stoves, TV’s, movies (Big Fish), Adam’s mangled finger, and death. The purpose of our meeting was not lunch, but the walk with Mr Schreiber’s dog, Butter, who is likely to die in the next few months from an aggressive form of cancer.
Mark S wondered how different Butter’s experience of death, from our own. I sat back, scornful we could even “go there,†while others discussed consciousness, the experience of loss, what our last thoughts and actions would be, reporting back after the event, etc. We then cut our usual three hour lunch short by an hour and drove off to Great Meadows in Lincoln.
A contemplative pose? Maybe.
Zooming in
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For much better pics, check Adam’s Photos
I agree with Dan, Butter in motion in a keeper. That’s the Butter I know.
walkandtalk reminds me of detail…how did he get up there? And whatskew looks perfectly level to me.
Comment by glued — January 18, 2004 @ 12:56 pm
It was nice to see Butter gamboling in the snow, even if not completely up to snuff. I’d say the lead-in sitting shot of Butter’s a keeper, too. Maybe even quilt-worthy.
To what is “glued” responding? Did Dan withdraw a comment?
Comment by trailed along — January 18, 2004 @ 1:16 pm
He responded to your email, via email. Better sit there and click Check Mail until it arrives.
Comment by stillglued — January 18, 2004 @ 1:44 pm
I’m sad to hear that this beautiful animal is unwell. What a great face on this dog. I hope for her that she has many more trips to Great Meadows.
Comment by prettydog — January 18, 2004 @ 2:38 pm