Felipe

After I took Felipe’s picture, I told S., who was patiently waiting in my illegally parked Jeep with Sally and Boo, that although I’m often excited when I’ve taken a picture of a building or a storage facility or some inanimate object that really grabs me, I don’t think it compares to having gotten a picture (that I really like) of a stranger. Photographing people is much harder, but the payoff, for me at least, is exponentially greater.

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This just in: JPG rejects Sally; Sally says WTF

Word just in from JPG that my photograph of Sally has not been included in the latest issue. Damn. There goes our plan to set her up outside of Borders with a little card table, a stack of magazines, and an ink pad for paw prints. When I told her, she grumbled something about the fucking magazine editors and who did they think they were.

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I started to tell her she’d best get used to this kind of thing if she’s going to consort with a photographer, but before I could finish the sentence, she caught a whiff of something and was gone, raising hell with the wildlife and showing the world who’s boss. If Sally were a human, I’m confident she’d be Zoe Strauss.

I can only hope to be half as cool.

Waiting room

Waiting for word on Sally, arguably the most amazing dog in the world, who had a run-in with a car this afternoon and whose yowling scared me so much I threw down my camera (which I usually guard with my life) and ran to her. My memories are choppy, literally like still images instead of moving ones. (I’ve always seen that way in times of crisis. Maybe we all do.) Word is, she’ll be fine. No broken bones. No internal injuries. Just terrified. That goes for me, too.

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Shelly and Sally

He said I’d end up posting these, and he was right. How could I not? (She, by the way, said it was about time.)

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Copyright © 2007 Liz Kuball