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LD12: The Necessary Bumper


In this rendition of the gifting montage for Lucy's Dance, I have added a bumper to my dogsled. Mushing advisors have sternly admonished me that a dogsled is naked without a rounded bumper of some kind. Though my Yup'ik source photo of a dogsled lacked a bumper, my sources assured me that the photo was probably an exception caused by lack of timely repair after one of the photographed musher's dogs attempted to follow a squirrel up a birch tree. How easy it is to forget that labeled, archived, black-and-white photos may contain factual idiosyncrasies. And how difficult to tell when they do.

Also: I have included an image of a gift, Lucy's gift in specific, floating above the Curukaq festivities. Does the gift confuse anyone with its location or its loose relation to the text?

With those two points, I'm off to the park to watch dogs find and eat colored eggs that were hidden a little too cleverly. Enjoy your extended weekend, Easter, fertility festival, or March Madness recovery day, according to your belief system.
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  1. Deb VanasseApril 8, 2010 at 9:05 PM

    I like the floater, and the bumper. Hope the dogs had fun feasting on eggs!

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  2. Nancy KopfApril 25, 2010 at 1:53 PM

    Glad you like! There were not nearly as many dogs or eggs as I would have preferred, but it was still a lovely day.

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