It's official. Four of my prints are out in the world, decorating someone's mantel, or piano, or dresser, or fridge. A constant reminder of how deeply one can love, how unconditionally and beautifully.
This is Charlie and he is 12. He was the perfect muse.
Not every Friday yields a collection of perfect dog shots. This Friday I forgot my 50mm lens and had to work with my zoom, big and clunky, not ideal. I sent my first dog back (ever) having taken no photo-the barking, growling and erratic behaviour turned me off. And the kennel after kennel with poop covered floor, and no cleaner people in sight, seemed to demand more attention than snapping a shot. These are just words, the reality is much gloomier. If you can, volunteer. There are just not enough volunteers.