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My boy Carter enjoying an afternoon at the Dog Part. Unseasonably warm weather this year allowed for some sunny dips for an overheaded Labrador. He prefers the river but a kiddie pool will suffice when time is limited.
Another night at dogpark. Humans were scarce, so I kept looking around. The light was from a headlight of a car hidden by the bushes in the foreground.
baha. i'm spamming you with my bokeh-y sunlit dead flowers and shit. i love you.
i'm terribly sorry, it's much too late for an insane person like me to have internet privileges. my eyes are starting to burn. goodnight, persons. and i'm sorry i cannot promise you that this will not happen again soon. because it probably will.
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In loving memory of my mother, Jean M. Odlum, who passed away Oct. 6, 2009. This is the bench we used to sit on at the Ambleside off-leash park where we petted hundreds of dogs. She loved them all, and they loved her right back.
My mom was a pioneer who, with the love of her life, kept the lights shining at Triple Island, Race Rocks and Point Atkinson light stations. I miss her beautiful voice, the sound of her laughter, her wisdom and her extraordinary lemon meringue pie.