I was walking through the magnificent pines and cedars of The Ridges Sanctuary in Baileys Harbor, Wisconsin when a voice said “Look at me! Over here!”
I looked around for something large and grand as the voice was so strong.
“No, smaller,” the voice said. He had a great deal of humor to his vocal cadence so I kept looking smaller…and smaller…until I discovered this happy clown of a dog, looking out into the wetland around him. Above was a very handsome and serious Native American warrior, whose hair and headdress were quite ornate. They were each only a few inches tall in my world – but in theirs, they were powerfully large.
We had a good time communing with each other as I photographed them from several angles.
The comedian dog was a very good companion for he often cheered up the warrior, whose intensity could sometimes become somber. They were the manifestation of the energy of a small scrub pine, holding its own in a marsh that often saw harsh weather. Their combination provides strength to endure and keep fighting…and at the same time to have a good sense of humor about it all.