Candice & Champ.
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Maddie on Things.
February 16, 2012 § 2 Comments
I’ve been gone a while.
I have missed you, blog. You are my internet playground, my digital hobby. I was devoured by the PhD Exams Beast, and won’t be shat out till March. My birthday is hiding in my schedule, somewhere; on that day my school-panic will momentarily lapse in the face of existential-mortality-aging-panic. To be cured with: bourbon and a massage I bought on LivingSocial forever ago. Then, a highly anticipated bucket-list sort of trip with my lovely mother. Life is good.
So how about some photography, then? May I interest you in a project by Theron Humphrey, who is traveling “around all 50 states over the next 365 days” photographing his dog, Maddie? It’s a surprisingly sophisticated project that plays a bit with color composition, shapes, and texture. The photos are all anchored by Maddie the coonhound, she clarifies the personalities of her surroundings. Mostly, I love how well-humored, accessible and friendly the work is.
I present Maddie on Things!
Fond Farewell.
September 22, 2011 § 2 Comments
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I have no idea what’s ahead.
But I think I’m becoming that person who doesn’t need to know.
I’ll miss you loads, cuddle piles. See you in Austin.
Caterpillars & June.
June 5, 2011 § 2 Comments
The sun! First blooms!
Today, the weather and beauty of Minneapolis suggested that I don’t have to struggle with living here for an additional year or two, or three.
I had a beautiful afternoon with the most loyal dude I know. He’s usually a half-asser when it comes to playing fetch, but (apparently!) fetching in the water is a full-blown fuckton of fun, because we played for at least an hour. And that was before the walk to the off-leash dog park. Boundless energy in that beast, I tell you, which is perfect motivation for getting outside and active.
June! I’ve been ready for you since January, and now that you’re here, so too are the forest tent caterpillars of Doom. I had one crawl on me relentlessly at the park the other day as I read.
They’re everywhere–and I don’t mind them–but you will inadvertently kill some when it comes to walking. So that part is sad & doomy, since they’re actually destined to become these fuzzy moths.
