Photography is such a trickster: is my head bowed in sadness, or am I merely typing?
I'm typing. But, in fact, the coyote knows I am also sad today. Whenever I write something that takes me to the edge of horror, like yesterday's post, I feel as if I have a hangover afterward. Physically achey and mentally stunned and emotionally low.
I'm grateful that today I have an innocuous book to index.
And, as a reminder of why I love humanity, this youTube link Bink sent me:
Extreme Sheepherding, in which a bunch of sheepherders in Wales wrap lights around their sheep and direct their dogs to move them into LED art displays. The dogs are the coolest.
