In place of the usual random rejection letter or snarky review, this week, we have my installment of The Sixth Photo, which Dennis’s friend MyEye tagged me to do. In my case, the sixth item in the sixth folder was another folder, so I took the sixth picture from inside there. I’m sure it will come as no surprise to anyone that it’s a picture of a dog.
This is a scanned print of Tucker when he was about two years old, sitting in front of our house in New York, where the irises grew.
This isn’t our truck; it probably belongs to a roofer who did some work on the house for us not long after we bought it. The area with the irises would be off to the right in this picture.
The irises grew in a swampy area in front of the great room (where the large windows and high peak are). Right now they’d be buried in snow, but they’re probably still there, underneath the frozen ground, waiting for spring. When they bloom, though, there will be no vizsla there to sit in front of them.
Poor irises. I hope they aren’t too lonely.