I am a self- taught photographer. My passion is pet photography, but I also shoot some portrait work as well as landscapes, cityscapes and love long exposure. Animal rescues matter, I donate a portion of my profits to local rescues.
A Photographic Journey
This sweet soul is Buddy, a redbone coonhound. I don't know anything about his background other than he was found as a stray in rural Kentucky. In that part of the country, coonhounds are sometimes viewed not so much as a pet, but rather a tool used for hunting. If they are a bad hunter, they let them go. If they get lost on the hunt they don't look for them. The redbone is a rare breed, so finding one at shelter was amazing. My theory with Buddy is he was a bad hunter. He is the only dog I have ever known that won't react to seeing a squirrel or any other scurrying creature. He once walked right by a skunk. He didn't care about the skunk, so the skunk didn't spray. This was a doggie miracle. I don't know if Buddy is lacking the hunting gene, or if he is simply too sweet to want to hunt. I tend to lean towards him being too sweet. Buddy can't stand to see anyone hurt. If he sees one on his friends at the dog park being bullied, he will step in and stop it every time.
Mom, Things haven't been the same since you've been gone. You were the center of our family, the glue that held it all together. Losing you unexpectedly, isn't something I will ever get over. How do you get over losing your mom and your best friend? You were the strongest person I have ever known. Even in those last moments, as we all surrounded your hospital bed trying to reassure you. You couldn't speak, but you squeezed my hand as if you were trying to comfort me. Perhaps you were simply saying goodbye to me the only way you could.
What if I told you that it's possible to heal relationships without ever speaking a world out loud. Would you belive me? What if I went on to tell you that there is an ancient technique of clearing that could not only work on healing relationships, but also external situations. Would you at least be willing to give it a try? Allow me to introduce you to the ancient secret of Ho'oponopono; a very powerful, life-transforming meditation that originated in Hawaii. It has a long history of healing the individual and reuniting families. The phrase loosely translated means to 'set right'. I first learned about it when I heard the story of Dr. Ihaleakala Hew Len, a spiritual expert who practiced the ancient ritual of Ho’oponopono. The ritual consist of repeating four words silently, I love you, I'm sorry, please forgive me, thank you. Dr. Hew Len explains that you are not saying these words directly to the person, but rather to the higher source, consciousness. He goes on to explain that this ritual is about taking responsibility for what is in you that is allowing this situation to manifest. By healing and clearing the energy within yourself, the external reality then reflects the healing.
I'm Such A Sagittarius
According to my natal chart, I'm a Sagittarius Sun, Aries ascendant, Leo moon, making me a triple fire sign. That is a lot of heat for one chart. Luckily, I have other aspects that quell some of that fire, otherwise I would be a bit much. Every sign has a ruling planet, Jupiter reigns over Sagittarius. This combination is a match made in heaven. Jupiter is all about expansion, with a focus on personal growth, optimism, and new things. The Archer's (Sagittarius) innate yearning for adventure and experience is well-served by Jupiter's influence . The Archer comes from Greek mythology, where Sagittarius is depicted as a centaur. This half human and half man wielding a bow and arrow aimed towards the sky. Creating the unique magic of the Archer, which is both earthbound and otherworldly.
An Insider's Guide To Boston
Boston, there is magic in this city. If you asked each person who calls Boston home what their city means to them, you would probably never hear the same story twice. Some people come to school in Boston and put down roots here. Others are born and raised here. While others come from different countries seeking a better life. Boston is and always has been a melting pot. This is what I love about my city. Boston speaks 140 languages, with approximately 25% of the population being foreign born. Yet, one thing we are most well-known for is our distinct accent. Also, our superior driving skills which has earned us the name "Massholes."
Rainy Day Money
My hand trembled as I held the dust covered sack, worn with age. It was certainly more money than I had ever seen before. My mind raced, my palms sweaty. I viewed money as a necessary evil. Even talking about money made me anxious. Pinned to the sack was a note written in shaky handwriting: Rainy day money, spend it on something that brings out sunshine. Who was this person that had this much money to stash away inside a wall? Better yet, who stashes money away inside a wall... I now regretted investigating the section of bricks that were slightly askew, in the lower left corner of the wall. Ever since I was a kid, I would notice if something seemed off and would need to fix it. I need things to be in order, otherwise I can't function. It's odd that my artwork learns to the abstract because in abstract art is anything but orderly.
Vegetarian Steak Bomb Subs
I'm not a football fall, but I do love a good Superbowl Party, those won't be happening this year....friggin Covid. When I think of game day foods, I think the more gooey and cheesy the better. I'm a long term vegetarian, most of my friends and all of my family are carnivores. When it comes to Superbowl Parties most people are asked to BYOB I am asked to BYOF (bring your own food. I've gotten some interesting reactions when people learn I'm vegetarian . There is usually an few people who will ask “ you still eat chicken, right? ” To which I respond, “no, I don't eat anything that had a face, or a mother.” So, you eat fish then? “ No, I don't eat fish either. "What about scallops, they don't have faces.” No, scallops.” The conversation could be endless, it just easier to bring my own food .
After working for weeks to loosen a section of fencing in the yard's corner, I wiggled my way through it; I was finally free. I had been in the woods that abutted my house many times, but never by myself; this was going to be awesome! The fall air was crisp and cool, the smell of the woods enveloped my senses, enticing me to go me to venture deeper into the woods. I played a fun game of chase with some squirrels, I even saw a skunk wandering around, but I learned the hard way once that they don't like to play chase. I practiced bayng my best coonhound bay. Baying is an important skill for a coonhound. Mine was getting louder and stronger by the day . The wind had kicked up a bit, blowing some fallen leaves around in the air. Chasing and eating leaves it the best thing ever!