This month I've been thinking a lot about how, although they are now fully-functioning, mostly-grown-up dogs, the puppies didn't yet exist in any form as recently as a year ago. (Their mother was a stray, and already pregnant when I found her on Election Day 2012, so I can't be sure when exactly the puppies did begin to exist, but it was probably some time in the last week of October 2012.)
In my own weird, overly-sentimental way, I decided to illustrate the fragility of existence, and the randomness, and the what-if-ness of it all by making portraits of each of the pups peeking at me through the gap in their playpen, as though they were waiting in the wings of the stage of being, in order to represent how close they came to never entering my life, or possibly, never even existing at all.
Well, they're some pictures of puppies, anyway.
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