She was defiantly independent, unbelievably loyal, tender with our kids, and territorial. She was living proof that you CAN teach an old dog new tricks, as she got smarter and smarter the longer she lived, learning to communicate what she wanted more and more efficiently. She hated getting wet. She protected Eliot and Sara from a raging pitbull, and I slept sitting up with her when she couldn’t lie down from the pain of the injuries she had sustained in the fight. When I came home from the vet after learning that she had advanced lymphoma, my family was gone and she licked the tears from my face. The night before last, she couldn’t climb the stairs to go out at night to go to the bathroom, and I carried her up. Later that night, I found she had climbed the stairs to my bedroom to be beside me during a storm. She was a fighter and stubborn, and one of my best friends. Dogs are a marvel. And I miss her very much.
I managed to see the final installment of the Harry Potter films last night, and figured that nothing has lit up the blog in the past quite like debating Potter, the books, the films, the cultural relevance of the series. So, why not employ the Resurrection Stone and bring this conversation back.
I’ll let this general subject stand, and comment below with hope to hear some of you chime in, if you’ve seen the new move or not.
I managed to draw J.E.’s attention to the post of a recent image created to mark the anniversary of the Deep Horizon oil spill in the gulf so I thought I’d post the others. I made more than this, but these were the ones I decided to go with. I called the series No Horizon as both a reference to the rig that collapsed, but also to the fact that they have no real environment or background, which is unusual for my work. The Bluefin and the Loggerhead turtle images were made with oil and water and ink, and the birds were made with ink, water and soap suds. Obviously, the materials were important in the creation of this series. The names are tentative.