I am not sure that I would consider a man wise—one who drapes and binds his camel with fancy bits that do nothing to make a subservient life more pleasant for the poor creature. But as these camels, every one of them a star-chaser, were dressed by kings, then the shining baubles and shimmering cords and bells and beads might be considered, if not natural, at least appropriate and seemly.
So here are the camels (Alan Dart design), every one guaranteed to have at least one terrible knitter flaw, for your viewing pleasure. I am trying to figure out which one I love the best, but I cannot do it——any more than I can figure out which of my horses or dogs or children is the dearest.
Here they are, the whole gaggle. Or were, before they were subjected to decoration.
I am not sure they look happy about the whole thing. But then, they have no eyes, so it’s hard to tell.
But here they are after: eyes and bridles and saddles and hoopla.
Evidently, I can’t tell which are my favorite photographs of them, either.
I just love the way they look, corralled in that basket.
Yep. I shot every possible angle.
I kept expecting them to start wiggling around and leaping out.
So, here they are one at a time. Yes, I realize that this is not a very deep and philosophical entry. And aren’t you glad. Which do you prefer – too many words, or too many images? And which camel do YOU think is worth reproducing?
Ha. I bet you can’t choose just one either.