Best Friend Part III

Da'shain (poodle) running with Hershey (Doberman)

The next chapter of this story is actually a little different and has so many different parts; I’m not sure where to start. There is really no beginning to it, and no end either...I’ll try at least to start at the beginning of the idea…

Family

  Family is on my mind tonight...especially the fact that I am so blessed to have a family both born and chosen and fallen into a family who I know, not just from believing in my heart, but having experienced it, will be there for me during anything. My dad’s family has been there for me my entire life, both of my dad's brothers’ family's, each and every member has been there for us in one way or another. My mother’s family embraced us all the way from California, Arizona and wherever my mom’s sister was (Aunt J, I can’t name all of the states J)

Best Friend Part II

Before moving on into the multi-dog world, let me just quickly say again, Dare is my best friend, my first love when it comes to dogs. Dare has been in my life the majority of my post-dad years. He’s been up to White Salmon (where my dad’s buried) almost as much as I have. When I was lying almost comatose in my bed with no heat, in the middle of a snowstorm, Dare, with Dazzle, was by my side (of course; that could be a puppy pile for extra heat). For every major (and even minor) decision I’ve ever made, Dare has been there for me to hold. Before we moved to Arizona, instead of packing, Dare and I would lie in bed on our backs, him snuggled up against me, my arm around him. We still do, on occasion, but after almost a year in Arizona, I think we’re both a bit more settled. 

Best Friends Part I

This topic has been on my mind since I started realizing my best friend wasn’t exactly young anymore. He’s not old mind you; he’s just closer to the top of the hill than the bottom of it anymore.

two years of photography

My life had been headed towards some major change for quite a long time, but in April of 2012, it finally got there. I finally got my hands on a dSLR camera – rather, I should say, my husband knew how much I wanted one and made it happen. I’d been wanting one for so long I cannot remember when urge to frame a shot first happened. That one small thing has shaped my life ever since.

lifestyle changes

For some reason I feel like I should be writing, perhaps only because it’s been months since I have last written.  My excuses are not even that there’s nothing to say, or even that there’s too much to convey.  More simply, that I haven’t bothered to write; my discipline has been spent elsewhere. For a time, when we first moved to Arizona, I dedicated myself to writing and to my photography. Later, towards the New Year, I dedicated myself to healthy habits; mainly – eating better and getting into the habit of exercising.

Magic and Joy

So the pictures I had printed are now on my wall, looking great, I might add.  The pictures of my cousin’s (now) bride getting ready for the wedding turned out pretty great, not amazing, but then I’m a solid photographer, not an amazing one.  And to top it off, I just finished a photography book!