"Because we need to call the feeling one has after a great loss something, we call it “grief,” but anyone who has experienced it knows that this is just a word assigned to what is, in its shifting, horrible, massive complexity, unnameable. This book is an effort to rename this feeling. It should take at least that number of words and pages to begin to do so. One could say the entire book is a new name, the name of this emotion one can feel after such a loss."
Satchel, 7yr old Australian Shepherd/Rottweiler mix, contemplating the meaning of life
"You may have learned from your mother or any other hunted woman.
Smiling at devils is a useful learned thing.
Swallowing discomfort down in spades.
Holding it tight in your belly.
Ageing on the inside only.
Keeping it forever sexy."
Bees In Lavendar
I took these photos about a week ago on a beautiful, sunny day. Used a telephoto lens to capture the Bees sitting on the flowers. In full resolution photos you can see individual grains of pollen on their hairy legs!
I really loved that they Bees were yellow and contrasted sharply with the purple Lavendar, so I enhanced colours and lighting to make them pop against each other just a little bit more
"I do not need someone to complete me
but if you wanted to
we could walk next to each other
into whatever is coming next."