dog eared bookends
I have to remember that power of biography in the coming year. I am aided by old diaries and photo albums. I wonder how other people would tell their stories in the absence of crib notes. I will ask others to tell me about their intimate histories, and watch their faces.
Going through old photo albums, I came across a picture I took in 1994. Two stray dogs at the village museum near Sibiu, Romania. Never really saw dogs like that before.