Izzy on Kinney Road

Dog are not cute things to me. They are not children, nor are they objects of rescue and abuse, to be pitied,  medicated, emotionalized, although they often suffer greatly at our hands and need our help. The power of dogs to me is that they can enter our lives at critical times and shape, guide us through life,  and mark our time on the earth. I have four wonderful dogs, and am lucky in that way. Rose marked my coming to Bedlam Farm and helped make it possible. Lenore kept love alive when I needed that, and Frieda brought me the most precious gift, Maria.

Izzy..well, what can I say about Izzy? He brought me to hospice work when I desperately needed to reconnect to human beings. He sat by my side when I began taking photos, and was there day and night, heat and cold, when this creative spirit inside of me erupted into the light. I am almost without words to describe the many cold and bitter nights when Izzy sat with me on Kinney Road, when I got divorced, began taking photographs and started my climb back to life. I do not feel sorry for myself in the least. Quite the opposite. I am nothing but lucky, blessed through and through to have the chance to give rebirth to my life. Izzy was such a big part of that, and partially in tribute to that, the next Bedlam Farm Diary, Vol. 3, will appear on Monday. It’s titled “Me, Izzy and Kinney Road: Intersection Of My Life.” Got my video camera fixed and will polish it up over the weekend. Big snow storm coming Friday.

You have to give winter some points. It is determined.