White Pomeranian

Oil on Canvas, 9×12

Here’s a Millay poem to go with this painting of a little woodland dog:

The Wood Road

If I were to walk this way

Hand in hand with Grief,

I should mark that maple-spray

Coming into leaf.

I should note how the old burrs

Rot upon the ground.

Yes, though Grief should know me hers

While the world goes round,

It could not in truth be said

This was lost on me:

A rock-maple showing read,

Burrs beneath a tree.

— Edna St Vincent Millay

Here are a couple of photographs of Cloud too.  Such a cutie!

Photograph by Nona Hyytinen

Photograph by Neal Peterson

At Chicagoan Falls

Me, Neal, Andrea and Joyce at Chicagoan Falls