Tues 10.20.15 – Photographer Amanda Jones has a project called Dog Years, wherein she takes photos of dogs when they are young and then again of the same dog when they are old. It is a lovely and moving set of photos.
While not studio photos, here are two photos of Scruffy McDoglet, one as a puppy in March 2004 and the other one taken as an older dog this past month.
The first photo of Scruffy taken on March 29, 2004, when he was 4 1/2 months old, he was truly tiny – a third the size he is now in weight and length. He was also full of puppy energy. His puppy energy lasted well into his fifth or sixth year of life.
The second photo of Scruffy was taken last month while walking at Bolsa Chica State Beach, in this photo Scruffy is 11 years and 10 months old. He has started to slow down the last two years both in terms of energy and his health. While Scruffy still takes two walks a day, they are shorter than they used to be and he is sleeping quite a bit more. In terms of his health, over a year ago, he was diagnosed with Cushings disease and that has been a whack-a-mole misadventure.
I still love Mr. Scruffy McDoglet something fierce.
Yesterday, Thurs 08.18.11, Erika and I went to the Huntington Library and Gardens, as we walked towards the Rose Garden we passed a line of agapanthas that were thick with hummingbirds. Most were Anna’s Hummingbirds fighting for territory over the flowers, but there was one very calm and peaceful young (juvenile, 1st summer) Allen’s or Rufous hummingbird that was sipping at the agapanthas at its leisure and then resting on top of the flowerstalks.
I thought this was very sane behavior as it was 93F/34C in the shade. But as more and more of the visitors walking down the path stopped to take photos of a hummingbird at rest and so close up, Erika and I started to get concerned that it was sick and not able to move. At one point it sat for a breather on the sidewalk, which is a typical behavior of very young birds in their first week or two of fledgling/learning to fly as their muscles aren’t quite ready.
I am glad that this little hummingbird had a court of respectful, if not photo-full admirers, while it was getting its strength up to fly rather than a bevy of local cats. After about 10 minutes, I got a bit distressed and asked Erika if we could move on, as I was afraid we would see the bad side of the circle of life.
Dear little young one, you were very lovely. May you fledge successfully. May you visit many flowers and have a long and good life in the shadow of the San Gabriel Mountains. Many blessings upon you. Thank you for letting us watch you.