This was finally the summer that I was able to commit to a dog. This is Sadie. Ryan and I rescued Sadie from Greyhound Friends in Hopkinton MA. Apparently Sadie was terrible at racing because her breeder got rid of her at a very young age. Before us, Sadie had been in two homes and she is only 2.5! The other homes rejected her for aggression problems, she did snip at us once on the first night we had her, but she has been a dream ever since. I think she just finally found the right home.

This is the famous Scott. He stayed with Ryan and I for a few weeks this summer. He was great company and a darn good vegan chef to boot!

Whew, I have not been the best blogger lately. The good news is that I have been spending my time printing like crazy. It had been more then a year since I made an image larger the 11x14. Now I am printing 30x40's!!!!! I have also been shooting black and white which has been fun. I can develop my own film again and I enjoy having the control over the film in the developing process. Any-hoo, here are two new shots. The one on the top is an image that I am surprised I made actually. I tend to over think it usually and this time I just did and I like the results. The bottom is my little, almost three year old, neighbor. Making pictures of kids with a 4x5 is no easy task. Morgan did pretty good though, she may just be a natural!

Something about these historical sight signs always gets me. They always look completely trashed. The little paintings that someone has done keep up the trend of only letting us view history through a folk art filter. When you really thing about the hundreds of events that happened around Portland you begin to view the land differently. I look at the current sight and can't help think about the encounter here between the 200 Wabanaki people and the Brittish. Though this sign describes a peace treaty, current situations would suggest that only the Brittish felt this way. Many treaties of this time ended with the chief explaining to his people that he was sorry because he miss translated the contents of the treaty.

Nothin' like a great blue whale on a dreary day.

It's Baseball season up on the hill.

These are two images of my family after my Grandma Dorthy's funeral. She used to swim four miles in the ocean everyday and was a member of the shell club, hence our need to see the ocean after the church service.