A photo captures pain, loss, sorrow, love. Poetry follows.
Ah, Moonstone Beach. Great place to run the dogs if you live in the area, which of course I do not anymore. But when I did, back in I think 2004 when my first dog was still just a pup, I’d drive out there with
I used to live in Eureka, California. It’s a relatively small city about five hours north of San Francisco on the Pacific coast, surrounded by redwood forests and blanketed in fog almost daily. This is where my wife and I found Stella, our beloved rescue
Last winter my wife and I took our daughter to Mexico to meet up with other family members for a few days of relaxation. We had recently acquired a solid travel camera, a Sony NEX-5N, which we have been very happy with. It takes great
There’s this small field at the end of a street in my neighborhood where I sometimes walk my dog. A couple weeks ago we were out there at dusk and the scene was fairly dramatic. I wound up with a decent shot of my dog
I’ve been taking pictures lately. A solid year or more went by where I hardly put my aging DSLR to use, but lately I’ve been spending a bit more time with it. I got it dusted off and warmed up in preparation for the birth