We recently travelled to Toronto for a weekend in the Big City. After delivering the dogs to our boarding kennel we rode VIA (the Canadian passenger train) and chose Business Class for the trip there. That meant we were treated to dinner – for me, cod in a tomato and caper sauce with green beans and potato wedges, an olive roll, skewered cheeses and cherry tomatoes, and strawberry slices with strawberry ‘squish’ topped by a mint leaf. All washed down with a glass of pleasant white wine.
What a civilized way to travel and so much less stressful than a three hour drive in the dark on very busy freeways.
This Fokker Dr. III is dramatically suspended from the ceiling of the Early Years Gallery of the Museum of the U.S. Air Force.
We can hope that recent events in the Middle East do not lead to more trauma and horror inflicted on war dogs and their handlers.
This close-up only begins to reveal the exquisite wood work done by James Mellick, the artist who created the works on display in the exhibit Canine Warriors – Courage and Sacrifice, Always Beside You, at the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force. I was deeply moved by this ten-figure exhibit depicting the traumas and horrors that war dogs and their handlers can experience. See yesterday’s post.
Faye and I recently visited Dayton OH and the National Museum of the U.S. Air Force.
We had agreed that before seeing anything else we’d see the temporary exhibit of “Canine Warriors – Courage and Sacrifice, Always Beside You”. Ten live-size dog figures exquisitely, beautifully hand carved and shaped from various woods and other materials graphically depicted the traumas and horrors that war dogs and their handlers can live, and not live, through. The sculptures are distressing, even disturbing.
This work depicts the instant a dog and its handler were blown up by an improvised explosive device. The dog was badly injured yet survived. The handler did not.
Later, Faye rightly pointed out the wrong-ness of putting in harm’s way animals that don’t understand why they are put in harm’s way. I agreed, and pointed out the wrong-ness of old men – they are almost always old, almost always men – with little if any skin in the game, sending young men and women to fight sometimes absurd wars.
This wrong-ness is not new. Nor will it end soon, if ever. It’s important for me, for everyone, to see how the terror and horror of war affects those who are at the spearhead of war-fighting.
Stones create a colourful mosaic on a beach at Rondeau Provincial Park.
I needed a hiatus from posting to tend to other matters and to myself.
A lovely sunrise. A gift from The Maker (or Makers) of All Things.