Old things

I’ve always loved old things. I have my grandmother’s cast iron dutch oven that’s at least a hundred years old. My grandmother once let me keep an arrowhead I found on her property. It seemed ancient and wondrous to me. Sadly, it didn’t take long for me to drop it and watch, horrified, as it split into two or three pieces. I was inconsolable. I distinctly recall the day I discovered a row of old books in the graduate library at university. One day I was walking down an aisle looking for a new carrel to claim — someone had…

Sometimes you just want to get closer

I probably should be writing about Teddy. I’ve been working with him for a while and he’s an interesting dog. But I don’t have the energy at the moment. Plus, I think we may be on the cusp of a significant accomplishment. I hope. So more to come on this boy. I did, however, feel the garden beckoning late this afternoon. I have been using one lens a lot lately and felt an urge to get closer to the subject so I pulled out the macro. There were some new roses to shoot. And some irises. The iris was one…

The garden is ready to explode

Spring arrived early in Sacramento this year. That means the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden is ahead of schedule. It seems as if every day something new bursts forth to pay tribute to the many canine companions helped by Homeward Bound. This photo was taken almost a week ago and it’s already obsolete. Dogs are frequent visitors, of course. This is Shelby. We have something new this year. I was told that these metal traps are meant to capture some critter that has been damaging the garden. The gardeners called them snapes or snoops … something like that. I couldn’t get…

Winston

Winston was out on a stroll when he and our stupendously dedicated volunteer, Amy, happened upon me in the garden. I was trying yet again to capture a good image of the daffodils. Those little devils torment me for some reason. I rarely get a good shot of them. So I was happy to stop and say hello to Winston. I don’t know him well but somehow he managed to get on my lap while I was still crouching low to the ground. Definitely an affectionate boy. Sadly, Winston won’t be made available for adoption. You wouldn’t know by looking…