During our trip to California we had an opportunity to do something we always wanted to do. We went to the Eldorado Polo Club in Indio California and saw a match.
At halftime in the match spectators are invited out to the field to replace the divots, stretch and walk their dogs. We refrained thinking of all the horse poop tat was probably also spread out over the field.
Before returning home to Pittsburgh we lived in a mountain community in the Pocono Mountains. Our current dog is not well socialized yet and doesn’t do well at dog parks. But Shadow knew how to play and he would play with Bandit until they both fell over exhausted. I miss the show these two would put on and never once hurt each other.
This is the last week for our photo exhibition, Moments and Souls at the Percolate Gallery in Pittsburgh. I realize that many of you can not make it in to the gallery so over the next few weeks I will be publishing “the moments” that were my contribution to the show.
This image was taken in the center of Old Town in Prague. During a weekend market crowded with people, a man walks a wolf and two wolf dogs through the crowd.
I have published a few times about the smartest dog I have ever owned and that was our Border Collie: Deuce. After Deuce died I printed this quartet of images recorded during the same session. I didn’t like it enough to publish it back then but my wife loved it and took it to her classroom at school.
Long forgotten it reappeared yesterday and it made me sentimental for the ol boy. So here is Deuce when he was young.
In the Dark Tower series by Stephen King he writes about meeting at the clearing at the end of the path. I always thought that it was a wonderful way to write about the afterlife. I certainly like it better than the pearly gates or even heaven. It is definable, it has a clear vision to wrap my mind around. This is my old dog Deuce. He knew his job and did it well and loved his masters. He patrolled the fences of his one acre kingdom and defended us from bears and all sorts of critters. He was not an easy dog. He didn’t cotton well to young people and like most border collies too smart for his own good.
However he was the best dog I ever had. I miss my daily walks with this guy through the woods and have no doubt that at the end of it all, Deuce will be waiting for me in the clearing at the end of the path.
We were exploring a small town in Provence in the mountains near Saint Tropez. I kept constantly losing my family because it seemed that every twist and turn of the narrow streets held some photographic wonder. I stopped to photograph this small green door wondering what was behind it when this black dog tentatively peeked around the corner. I have never met a dog that frightened me but thought it was time to catch up with my family. The dog was French after all and probably hated tourists, especially ones with cameras.
Bandit was one of the few dogs that really could give our dog Shadow a good work out. He is was a beautiful Husky rescue that would play with Shadow until they were both exhausted laying on the ground rolling in the dirt. He looks vicious here but all the times they wrestled with each other neither dog was ever hurt.