Black and White
photography from the Chesapeake Bay watershed by Bill Emory
2013/03/12
2013/01/30
her dogness
Sophia is thirteen today. Celebration consisted of a road trip, pack time and howling with the Prowlers at NKT.
2012/12/20
2012/12/14
still point
Sophia is fine.
But there is a sadness as we approach the still point. Pack members gone. Life changing. Loss of familiar voices. Old ones going going. Dance and sing. Pause, remember, mourn.
At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is,
But neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity,
Where past and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards,
Neither ascent nor decline. Except for the point, the still point,
There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.–T.S.Eliot
2012/08/03
2012/07/13
2012/06/12
Landon White Trigg
Father, husband, brother, uncle, friend… A very very very good man.
(obituary)
June 30, 1926 — June 11, 2012
2012/06/07
road trip
This is a posed picture. My mom can walk. Works on it everyday. Big cerebral event two months ago. She hadn’t been in a car in nine weeks. What American does that? Beautiful weather, I proposed a test drive, “where would you like to go?”
She said, “I’d like to see my brother.”
So we did.
Drove across town.
Pausing for a
photo.
2012/04/04
2012/01/02
old girls
Always treat your parents as if they are close friends who are soon to move to a distant land from where it will be impossible ever to
return. Never take them for granted, no matter how busy life gets. You can’t imagine your mother and father dying. And then they do.–Tony Parsons
