I have to admit that I was the last in my group to get an email address, to buy a cell phone, to order a recycling bin (shame, shame) and yes, now, sadly, I am the last to blog. My hesitation has been a combination of having nothing much to say and not knowing what I wanted to say, if anything. So, after searching around and finally climbing out of my own head, I've decided to use this blog as an afterthought for some shoots, a place to post personal work and as a space to make myself stop and think for a while. (Although not for too long - I don't know about anyone else but I can think the whole day away with no more effort than it takes to down an Americano and a cranberry-orange scone.)
Onward. Last week, friends begged me to shoot their dog. His name is Jackson. His owner's name is Michael. Neither wears a white glove.
I love shooting dogs although they can be somewhat challenging with the whole language barrier thing, the attention deficit issue, the bottomless treat bag that never is bottomless and runs out at the exact moment you think you have the perfect shot, the insistence on doing things their way... Wait, maybe that says more about me... I mean, I love doing things my way, but you can learn a lot from a dog's perspective... Most of the time, in the world of Dog as in shooting, the lesson is to have fun, let go, trust the process and see what happens. And most of the time, it works out just fine.
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