
Sometimes the feet are unwilling,
caught between fear and desire,
shadow and light.
So they stay,
immovable,
staking a claim to one spot as if that
will make
everything right.
Fiction, Poetry, Nonfiction, Photography and Photo Art

Sometimes the feet are unwilling,
caught between fear and desire,
shadow and light.
So they stay,
immovable,
staking a claim to one spot as if that
will make
everything right.
I can’t have an online blog without introducing my fur family, past and present. They have been and are such a big part of my life. After my boy Ozzie passed away in 2014, I went almost 2 years before adopting another dog. Life without a dog can be pretty darned sad.

This is Holly. I adopted her from a Collie rescue organization in 1999 when she was 5 years old. She was the first pet I had had in 20 years. She gave me a reason to look outside myself and changed my entire perspective on life. She passed away from kidney failure in 2010 at the very old age of 15. I don’t have many pictures of her because she was gone soon after I took up photography again. This is an art piece I did recently as a remembrance of her.