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Rabbit rabbit
I think it was a fellow camper at Girl Scout camp that first told me about saying โrabbit, rabbitโ on the first of the month, before you say anything else, to have good luck.
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A few of the many beautiful Kay Nielsen illustrations for East of the Sun and West of the Moon (1914), a book of Norwegian fairytales. See more illustrations, and read the stories, here: https://publicdomainreview.org/collection/east-of-the-sun-and-west-of-the-moon-illustrated-by-kay-nielsen-1922-edition
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I need to confess somethingโmy last post presented a deceptively idyllic vision of my hike in the snow. I only posted photos from the tranquil walk home at dusk and neglected to mention that I (once again) got lost in a featureless expanse of snow and briefly became convinced I would never find the road again and would have to dig a little den like an Arctic fox to spend the night.
You see, there's this place where Pandolf really loves to go for a walk on snowy daysโit's on top of this plateau here:
^ see the fence in the middle, that curves to the left? Nothing bad can happen as long as you follow it. There are lots of landmarks in this direction, like trees, more fences, and a couple of houses.
In the other direction, however, lies The Nothing.
Here's a photo of Pandolf (eagerly) standing near the edge of The Nothing:
Characteristics of The Nothing: it is vast, and white, and becomes more and more featureless the farther you go into itโ
โand Pandolf really, really loves it.
Even when he falls into a surprise hole where the snow is suddenly three times as deep (another characteristic of The Nothing), he'll just push himself out in one great powerful jump and keep frolicking.
Or he'll remain in the spot where the snow is deeper and try his best to bury his entire self into it.
He sometimes gets crazy eyes in The Nothing.
We always start this walk with such good resolutions.
We're definitely staying close to the fence this time! With all the lovely landmarks on the left!
And then, inevitably,
Further notes from my studies: โข The Nothing has some small plants and rocks, but using them as landmarks is foolish, as they will eventually disappear. โข No matter how many foot-, paw-, and dog-headprints you leave and how deep they are, they will disappear before you are able to retrace your steps, probably because The Nothing is always so windy.
Pandolf thinks this is a great characteristic of The Nothing, as it means he never runs out of immaculate snow to dive into.
The wind and the resulting snow mist are the really treacherous things about this place. These photos were taken in roughly the same spot, a couple of hours apart. In the first one, the fence on the left is clearly visible; in the second one, it has started to melt into The Nothing.
There's always a moment when I end up standing in the middle of, well, nothing, with indistinguishable whiteness in every direction, under my feet, above my head, left, right, and I start thinking about writing poignant farewell messages in my Notes app for my family to find at some point in the future.
One last interesting thing about The Nothing is the way Pandolf reacts when I finally find my bearings again and start walking faster, determined to get back to the safety of the road before it gets dark.
Pandolf then just
It's very different than the playful, energetic way in which he normally buries his head in the snow. This second type of burying is clearly a form of protestโif I continue walking away Pan will reluctantly follow me for 20 or so metres, then flatten himself to the ground again, in the same despondent way.
Hypothesis #1: He is trying to play dead like a possum, hoping I will go "well, I can't lug a dead dog all the way home, I'd better leave him here." And then he'll stay with The Nothing forever.
Hypothesis #2: He is trying to lay as flat as possible so as to become all but invisible against the snow. It's unclear if he knows he is the wrong colour for this.
Hypothesis #3: He is trying to commune with The Nothing, burying words of devotion and friendship deep into the snow and promising to return soon.
Conclusion: I'm sorry, I know that's a very long post, but seeing as each of these photos depicts perfect felicity on Earth, I find it hard to delete any. I also like how I intended this post to be about my long disoriented trek through the snow, wondering if I was going to find the fence or the road again before darkโand then I got distracted by how happy Pandolf was. Which is exactly how I end up getting lost in The Nothing every single time!!
Pandolfโs love for โThe Nothingโ makes me think heโs some sort of bizarro version of this guy:
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Two little paintings : The Witch of the West-Mer-Lands, and the Twa Sisters
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Updated version of Boy Who Cried Wolf but there are actual wolves every single time and no one ever believes the boy - they get closer and closer every time he tries to warn them, until it's too late and the whole town screams at the boy for not warning them "enough", and blame him for the wolves at their door.
Cassandra, the prophet who was always accurate but never believed.
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Foxes disguised as monks. On the left from Japan and on the right from Denmark.
It was a global problem
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Why is that the image google used
That cat is going to put a period to my existence.
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Grace Brown (Australian: Wurundjeri, born 1992)
Desert Pebble Mouse, 2021
Mixed media and acrylic on linen
101 x 101 cm
Private collection
