I meet a remarkable woman named Treasure Wilkinson this week, she comes from Providence, as I do (she comes from the toughest side). She is an animal lover and rescuer who moved to the country near me a year ago and is staying, she says, for good.

She was instrumental in our rescue of Izzy and Rosemary this week, she is tough and nails and quite fiercely individualistic. She smokes continuously, while coughing and remarking on her asthma. She loves to drink Gatorade and share it with her goats. She is tough as nails, talks endlessly, has a heart as big as a tractor-trailer and a body as durable.

She was knocked out by Red, we have agreed to come back and help with the shearing of the other sheep. Maria and I don’t plan to take any more.

Treasure and I became friends right away, we just clicked,  my camera absolutely loves her face and bearing, I signed her up right away for my Portrait Show, she was happy to join. We are already in the hugging stage, she is the real deal, they don’t get much more real.

This morning, she was wrestling with big and rebellious sheep, ordering goats around, carefully shearing Rosemary,  holding her down, she pulled up her pants leg to show me all of the bruises she has collected working with needy sheep all week. She loves animals, and is a proud animal rescuer.

I am proud to have her as a friend, and very excited to be taking her photograph as often as she will let me. One of the many things I love about the country is the idiosyncratic people it attracts. I plan for you to see a lot of Treasure, from her name to her personality, she is unique and compelling.

I got the first installment of her story this week, I plan to get the rest. If the curator permits, she might be the only one in my show to get three portraits.