“Everywhere we turn it’s just magic.”
The sheep were coming down off the hill and then there were these large white dogs barking them into line.
The sheep were talking back and the white dogs were barking as they all descended that hillside so I photographed them closer and closer and the dogs started barking at me. So I photographed them.
We Don’t Ever Want To Leave
A couple walked over from the Corner Market —also called Plan B— at the corner of 194 and Meat Camp.
They watched the sheep and the dogs and they asked if I’d gotten some good photos.
“They’re all right,” I said. “But these dogs are awesome.”
“This whole place is awesome,” the lady said.
She was French. She told me she was French. Her husband was a bureaucrat reluctant to return to his job in Washington D.C.
The lady said, “Everywhere we turn it’s just magic. We’ve been here quarantining for two months and we don’t ever want to leave.”
They said they accidentally found a waterfall the other day. It was beautiful of course. They’ve loved slowing down.
She was reminded in that moment of a documentary her friend had directed about the attachment people have when they think about the little things they’ve lost. She remembered it was called Prayer for a Lost Mitten.
Both the man and the woman agreed then on how grateful they had been to find each other.