Trail's Growing Cold

Barley, a dog, pulls ahead into a snow-dusted scene with such force that the very lines of perspective appear to bend.

The morning dustings were not a sufficient indicator of the snow to come, and so when Barley and I left work, she was rather under-dressed. As such, when met with the snowfall, her initial hesitancy to leave the shelter of the awning gave way to a full-bodied commitment that the only way out is through. I imagine somewhere within her, the same totemic spirit awakens that strengthens the resolve of seasoned sled dogs, and she is overtaken by the drive to Follow By Leading. This arrangement is only complicated by Barley having no clear idea of where she’s going, other than forward!