“We cannot stop the winter or the summer from coming. We cannot stop the spring or the fall or make them other than they are. They are gifts from the universe that we cannot refuse. But we can choose what we will contribute to life when each arrives.” ~ Gary Zukav To the person who left sweet, thirteen-year-old Emmie at the shelter, emaciated, sick, and alone – in the winter of her life that she could not stop from coming; […]
I enjoy photographing birds almost as much as dogs. Off topic as they are, birds make their way here quite frequently. Theirs is not the easiest life, but you have to envy their freedom – which got me to wondering: if dogs could fly… would they hover close to home, or travel the world? Would they pull sticks from the tree tops? And catch balls in mid-flight? Would they travel in packs? Or set a solo sail? Would old dogs […]
‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, and all through the rescue – All the creatures were stirring, believing something would ensue. Whispers and wishes hung in the air, In hopes of Bilos’ special someone. Could we dare? Bilos is blind, born without eyes, But we knew when we met him – he was a special prize. Smart, and sweet, and anxious to please, He surprised and delighted and adapted with ease. Special needs dogs need special humans as well, It takes patience and commitment […]
In the big dog Park, the rough and tumble play. But on the other side of the fence is where the sugar lives. Sugar Shack Acres is home to Homeward Bound’s most senior dogs: the sugar faces – our sanctuary dogs – like once-and-forever feral Red – and dogs who just love being with other dogs – like Lucy, who is only five, but desperately needed to lose weight. After a couple of weeks with her Sugar Shack friends, she dropped nearly ten […]
Yellow-billed Magpie. Common in the open oak woodlands in central (and apparently, Northern) California – but found nowhere else in the world. Lucky us. It likes open areas with large trees and streams, and forages in grassland and fields. Which means it lives and soars above the rain-restored meadow behind my work. Lucky me.