I made eye contact with a pig on a truck heading to slaughter in the middle of Iowa recently and it made me sad. The look was piercing but the eyes were blurred as if it was drugged. The turn of it's mouth showed sadness and resignation.
I renewed my vow to avoid eating pork and then ate barbecue with Steph the other day. Just not holding firmly to my convictions lately. I am proud of rescuing Piper though, the situation was fucked up, and I fixed it.
Just shot this and titled it Covid-18.
Leaves, goat cheese and Piper, thats all that matters...
Here's a cool video I also just shot, down by the creek. Find a quiet place and meditate to this one: