January 24, 2008 – Izzy is a relentlessly cheerful, up, kind of dog, happy to see everybody, happy to go just about anywhere with me. After Glen died, I looked through the camera and was startled to see this look in Izzy eye’s. Dogs are not human, and I am always cautious about attributing human emotions to them, something it is difficult, if not impossible to do. But I have been haunted by these images, looking at them more than once. I suppose his eyes ought to speak for themselves.
  Perhaps he was checking on me, or perhaps communicating with me. I guess I don’t really know. There was a lot of mystery in that room in the Adirondacks, and perhaps it ought to stay that way.