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On a foggy morning, an Alaskan brown bear sprays sand from her forepaws as she hurries down the beach to find the source of an interesting smell. Her ears are back and her lower lip is dropped and three of her paws are in the air. Grass stalks and wildflowers are in the background. Cook Inlet, Alaska.
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I made two photos of these young women on a blanket in the Botanical Garden of San Francisco's Golden Gate Park. I walked several feet before taking the second shot 30 seconds later, this one with one of the girl's bare feet in the air. I shot this from a moderate distance using my Canon Powershot SX50.
My pal Mothra, snoozing in the living room.
You can see what a hearty, big fellow he was. Long haired American tabby, a kitten from a pair of adults Lori owned when I met her. Like Abby's cat Moonlight, Mothra had the 'hail fellow, well met!' good regard for everyone, with a high likelihood of biting or clawing once in a while, anyway. Easy affection when sleepy, charming when he wanted to be, full of energy sometimes, subject to sudden dashing-around impulses.
He was my first cat, very old-school. Not fixed. Got in fights with other males. I'd clean him up and apply hydrogen peroxide and mecurochrome. A couple of times he had to go the vet and get stitches. He developed feline leukemia when he was about 6 or 7?, just as the vaccine for it was becoming available. We should have had him fixed, of course. Every other cat I've had since has been spayed or neutered.
We nursed him and spoiled him every way we could, but in time he stopped eating, and then started again, for a bit, just being sociable, and as long as we were putting out little bowls of chopped up calf liver... but it couldn't last. One morning, In this same room, he had one last bite or perhaps a lick of water, very slowly made his way under a day bed, settled down and after a bit, he was gone. He died at home, with his people. I was sitting there, reading, and one moment there was a cat, and the next moment, no cat. A few minutes later, I noticed.
Like all of us will, he went back over the edge of the mystery we come from. It can't have mattered to him, but part of who he was still lives in those who knew him. In that same room, some years before, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, he'd come over and put his head into my cupped hand, and gone to sleep with me. It would be silly not to be flattered, and foolish not to remember.
Circa 1982-83
Just a random skater, who gave me a performance once I started taking pictures.
My dumb Border Collie in a typical Border Collie pose.
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Beside the Nash Shrubbery in St. James's Park, London England UK
Another "legs in air" shot.
Fourth of five.
This is the best one, and you can see the patch of lost skin on the right foot clearly, and on the left one slightly less so.
