This is Jules snoozing in the sun yesterday.  Jules is a BIG greyhound with a BIG intimidating bark.  He has a sweetness and a gentleness about him that is extraordinary, but he is fiercely protective. We love that about him.  No one is going to hear him and want to approach.

I have been writing a lot about the landscape of the body and the way that our bodies partake of and reflect the earth.  About learning to enter the landscape of our own bodies, to become cartographers of our own terrain.

I had to lie very flat and quiet to take this picture, and was so focused on not startling Jules that I did not even see the crest of Indian Mountain behind the curve of his ribs or the bristles of winter’s grass in the foreground and his whiskers behind.  I think that as I become a better photographer,  I will see more of those things, but for now, I like the happy accidents.