February 15, 2012 § 3 Comments
When I arrived in Juneau, Alaska, the Pet Nanny introduced me to so many senior dogs. What was so startling to me was that I expected to see mostly ‘Alaskan’ type mush dogs and instead found this frail Whippet and Italian Greyhound. Forget about the rough and tumble cliche of Alaska. These dogs were cared for with so much gentleness and top vet attention.
October 18, 2011 § 2 Comments
For almost my entire time living in NYC, I shared my city life with a dog(s).
Manhattan is a wonderful place for a dog to be old. Most likely the apartment is over heated in the winter, there is an elevator, flat landscape with lots of pavement, an infinite amount of smells, and lots of people and dogs to stay engaged in life. There is also a very huge nature sanctuary called Central Park where the scariest animal is a squirrel. You can see why this is such a great place to be old.
These are my Manhattan choices.
October 4, 2011 § Leave a comment
Princess, Rosie, and Bonnie return to the racetrack in Hileal, Florida. Their fragile bodies are confusing when their instincts are to run.
The mind/body dilemma. They go from this
It must feel very strange pausing on a racetrack.
When not racing, it is always this.
Friends of Greyhounds are dedicated to finding homes for those who do not run anymore.
My choice for this project.
September 5, 2011 § Leave a comment
A woman lives in Ralston with senior dogs and horses. It seems she is just getting by in very modest circumstances. She rescues and builds her life around keeping them loved and safe.
Her dogs live really long lives.
When traveling around America, there are no peripheral judgements. Deep love locates everyone in this photographic journey – dogs and people.
Below are the photographs I chose to tell their story for this project.
August 16, 2011 § 1 Comment
New England. In Sandwich, Massachusetts, I meet Joon, 16 years old, and Rocko, 13 years old. No relation. They have never met before.
These dogs are not on their home turf . After spending some time in this old town, we head to the marshes. I am in awe watching them take in this expansive new place.
Joon’s fragility does not impede her clear desires to smell and move, move, move…….
How does a dog reconcile the instinctive desire to explore and still be so very fragile? Here it is.
Below is the photograph of Joon that is being collected by the New Britain Museum of American Art. It is the first museum of strictly American art.
July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment
We leave Oklahoma and head for the Texas Panhandle to find the town of Higgins where Jake lives. Jake’s home is a motel. At 16 years old, he appears fully at ease with all it’s comings and goings. There is a constant flow of truckers, travelers, and even locals, heading down the Panhandle highway next to the motel. His diminutive size appears to cause him no concern.
Jake likes to take his walks around the motel. He never knows who he will run into but that is a pattern he is very used to having in his life.
He really enjoys that first moment when a stranger enters his office to see about a place to stay.
His off-duty hours offer profound devotion and love.