Old Friend, Missed
As I sometimes–heck, often–do when I don’t know just what to focus on for writing, thinking, or about what’s needed in a photographic summary of one lifetime, I go to the image galleries. And there, I quite often wander around the “blogimage” folders of pix I’ve posted with words and stories. Those are not just free-floating photographs. Each is embedded in an era of life on Goose Creek–before which I neither wrote nor shared images beyond family and friends.
Five years ago, we had decided to let our artist-friend Gretchen do a pastel portrait of Himself. I opened it up to popular vote. Number 3 won, and it hangs on the wall in the ANN-ex.
One year ago, come December 5, Tsuga left our lives.
Gandy is a full-time fill-in, working not-so-hard to establish her own unique place in the ecology of this family. She’ll turn one year in two weeks, 10 months with us come December 18.
I don’t know why I focused on this “studio shoot” of the dog, much preferring the ones of him running, digging for butterfly shadows, or playing toss-the-mole. Good memories. Good boy.