Filed under: family,heart,people — WmX @ 06:57


her dogness

Filed under: dogs,heart — WmX @ 00:10

sophia with her pack
Sophia is thirteen today. Celebration consisted of a road trip, pack time and howling with the Prowlers at NKT.


empty highway

Filed under: heart,road — WmX @ 19:39

the day after we buried my sister my mom and I drove back down the road


still point

Filed under: dogs,heart — WmX @ 12:28

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


Emma Gray

Filed under: family,heart,people — WmX @ 07:40

ege sunday
I asked her not to smile.



Filed under: heart,people — WmX @ 00:49


Landon White Trigg

Filed under: family,heart — WmX @ 08:26

sunset ridge
Father, husband, brother, uncle, friend… A very very very good man.

June 30, 1926 — June 11, 2012


road trip

Filed under: bipedal,family,heart — WmX @ 08:55

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



Filed under: heart,people — WmX @ 08:45

Emma stayed with her grandmother last night.


old girls

Filed under: dogs,family,heart — WmX @ 10:23

Sophia and EG
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

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