Sophie is my first old dog, she is 14, she endures, cavorting in brackish water.
Kyuyo Street. Sweet shisa.
When in pairs, the left shisa traditionally has a closed mouth, the right one an open mouth.
The open mouth wards off evil spirits, and the closed mouth keeps good spirits in.–Wikipedia
Sophie made off with Emma’s scarf
Sophie turns 14 with grace. I am thankful.
Walking on the mall yesterday I saw a dog in the distance that looked a little like Daido Moriyama’s famous canine,
a little like Robin’s sweet dog, Irene.
I was reluctant to approach, then recognized the human, John Kirkpatrick. Kirkpatrick is one of my favorite photographers. He took the picture above of me and Otto.
Sophie struggling. Profound balance issues.
Pictured above, Gabe’s truck, parked on West Main, February, 1994. No one broke in.
A good man gone.