Have you noticed the amount of “top posts of 2016” out there right now? Everybody seems to have written one. For a while I was tempted… well, if everybody is doing it… right? Maybe I should too? But I resisted and instead continued with my last shot tradition.
Category: The story
Dear online world, I’d like to formally introduce Bruno. On July 28, 2015 this lovable redhead came into my life. He’s big (80lbs. when all my others have been about 50lbs.), fluffy, bossy, funny, outgoing, and loves to bark. He’s also a head-turner. People look at him wherever we go because he’s so handsome. Bonding with him was challenging given what we have both been through, but we’re both doing really well.
Since today is Halloween, I thought photos of spooky abandoned buildings would be appropriate. However, I’m a big chicken when it comes to scary movies, haunted houses and any other creepy stuff. Yes, I’ll admit it. Heck, I’d almost say I’m proud of it. But in spite of that, I loved taking pictures in this place. So much so that I went by myself a couple of times. Even if I only had the guts to go during the day…
“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” – Ferris Bueller
Alright, it’s time to focus! Pay attention and get to work! Keep moving forward! Let’s do this! That’s kind of the mindset these days, isn’t it? It seems like everyone is looking to get more done in less time and to just go, go, go. I fall into that thought process a lot and I’m sure many of us do.
What’s the point of all that efficiency and productivity, anyway? I’d much rather pause and take my time to see where I am—to be in that moment 100%. This is what happens when I stop and look around…
On October 2nd Bruno and I set off on a new adventure. We left California for Colorado. Leaving California was not an easy choice. In January of 2005 I moved to San Diego because I had this unshakeable feeling that I was supposed to be there. For 11 years it was home and it still felt that way—there is a big part of me that didn’t want to leave—but I made the choice to do so anyway.
In my defense, I have some very good reasons for doing what I did.
Life is short. Change happens. And sometimes everything goes to hell.
It was late on a Friday morning and a beautiful sunny California day. Taking advantage of my flexible work hours, I headed to Ocean Beach to check another pier off my list. Even though it’s closer than many of the other piers I’ve photographed, getting to OB Pier is a challenge given the narrow streets and constant traffic so I had avoided it for a while.
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the little voice at the end of the day that says I’ll try again tomorrow.” – Mary Anne Radmacher
Many people choose a word at the beginning of the year and use that word to inspire their choices throughout. I prefer to think back on my experiences and find a recurring theme in that year and then pick a word. My word for 2015 is courage.
Yes, that’s right. Last month I was fortunate to visit the wolves at the California Wolf Center. To say that it was an amazing experience is an understatement. This is now on the top ten list of best days of my life and definitely something I want to do again if the opportunity presents itself.
Today marks a special anniversary so please pardon my tangent into a very personal story. February 24 marks one year that a dog named Bear came into my life. He’s a very special and magical dog and we were meant to be together. This is the story of Bear’s first year.