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Posting a few more images from my archives until I can get out again. I am adding the description (if any) that I wrote under a previously posted photo taken on the same outing.
This is a photo taken on 6 October 2009, in the garden at the Calgary Zoo.
Folkloric-
- No known folkloric use in the Philippines.
- In Brazil, curanderos or traditional healers put zinnia leaves (Z. elegans) on top of a patient's head to cure madness. Also used as ingredients in ritual baths of Brazilian healing ceremonies. (3)
source : stuart xchange
I shot this on Saturday evening, after Scotch came home from his Friday morning throat surgery on his almost completely paralyzed larynx. He's going to have to tolerate his portrait being taken a bit longer now, though I'm fairly certain he won't have any objections.
He's had health issues since arriving in Los Angeles at the very end of December and while some were just symptoms of aging, the most prominent issue was Laryngeal Paralysis which ultimately seemed to be what would cut his long life short. It was manageable last Fall when it first came up and the cool weather suppressed a lot of the associated problems. The move here began in mid december and was in part a chance photograph my way across the country but also to take a seasoned canine roadtripper on the ultimate 4,000+ mile late in life car ride and eventually his first chance to see the ocean.
Out here, the condition began to worsen pretty quickly, even with the cooler, breezy winter conditions and once the temperatures began to rise again, I started to worry he wouldn't survive the summer. He stayed in most of the spring and summer in the air conditioning and his activities became very limited, despite his best efforts to continue doing the things he loved. Trip after trip to the vet for things including getting a urinary tract infection, contracting ecoli, and losing his hearing caused him to be terrified of the car since that seemed to be the only time he was forced to go anywhere. When he finally hit 13 at the end of October, I was extremely relieved because I thought maybe he'd be able to stick around through the fall and winter, however his conditions worsened dramatically after, with his terribly labored breathing switching to silent, very strained gasps for air. Even 5 minutes out and back in for the bathroom would cause either 45 minutes of uncontrollable panting or this fish out of water type gasping until he'd wear himself out enough to fall asleep.
About a week ago, I realized that he was dying and even though he was happy, his body wouldn't allow him to function properly. I tried everything I could to keep him calm and comfortable, while figuring out how to deal with all this myself. When it finally seemed like he may only have a few days left, I began to panic and decided the only chance he had would be to see if the surgery was still an option. When I called Thursday morning, they asked if a visit on Monday would work and I told them I didn't think he'd survive until then so he went in first thing Friday. If he was still a candidate for the surgery, he would have it later that morning and sure enough, I got the call around noon that the surgery was a success and "textbook" and that he'd be ready to come home with a new lease on life after this last minute reprieve of sorts.
I've never had to deal with a senior dog before Scotch entered that phase of life and for the first 3 years of his life, thinking he'd make it to old age seemed entirely unlikely as he dealt with numerous issues including seizures, extreme nervousness and anxiety and the inability to productively socialize with other dogs as a result. As he got older and healthier, I still sort of expected those seizures to return or some byproduct of those conditions to affect his health but overall he stayed very healthy. However, this past week, I finally realized I would have to make a decision very soon on whether or not his suffering was too much for him to endure.
I'm sure if you've read my descriptions about him over the last year or so, it may seem like I'm obsessed with him or too emotional about his outlook and to some degree that's true but really, he's more than just a dog to me. He represents a time period in my life that I've tried to hold onto for a long time. After my baseball career ended and I struggled to figure out my purpose, Scotch entered my life during a time when life was starting to look up. Over the last 13 years, nearly every aspect from that segment of my life have slowly disappeared: friendships ended, relationships came and went, all my belongings and reminders got lost or simply fell apart from age and he somehow became the very last link I had to all that. Through all the good times and bad, the one constant has been Scotch and I appreciate that more each day.
So anyway, extremely relieved Scotch is still around and I imagine as a result, the descriptions with his portraits will slowly become much more positive and optimistic. It sort of started to feel like I was writing an obituary with each posted portrait and sometimes I'd end up deleting the shot since what I wrote up was so depressing to read. I don't know how much time he will ultimately have but hopefully he can live out the rest of his life without much pain and discomfort and enjoy each day to the fullest :)
SCOTCH
Age 13
Hollywood, California
November 5th, 2016
SETTINGS
Canon T4i
EF40mm f/2.8 STM
ISO 200
f/2.8
1/13th second
Rishikesh is a city in India’s northern state of Uttarakhand, in the Himalayan foothills beside the Ganges River. The river is considered holy, and the city is renowned as a center for studying yoga and meditation. Temples and ashrams (centers for spiritual studies) line the eastern bank around Swarg Ashram, a traffic-free, alcohol-free and vegetarian enclave upstream from Rishikesh town.
"Old age"
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On my way back to my hometown I pass by this fine old aging corncrib. Decided it was time to get a photo of it. Like everything else farming has moved forward but some of the artifacts of the past remain. One of these days that roof will be completely gone and all that will remain is the crib. You can tell this was a fine corncrib.
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My sisters came to see my mother who is with me on her 77th birthday. They ordered for a big cake and kept it in front of her to cut and celebrate. You can see how she is rejoicing on seeing the cake and the enthusiasm of her children to celebrate her birthday !!! Yes, the saying "Old age is the second childhood" is 100 % true !!!
வாய்பேசா யூமையென வைக்கவென்றோ நீமவுனத்
தாயாக வந்தருளைத் தந்தாய் பராபரமே !!!
தாயுமானவர் பராபரக்கண்ணி
Taken @ Our Garden
Lauderhill,Florida, USA
April 3rd, 2011
Nikon D5000
I love to work with Roberto's Zinnia Elegans
Crosby, Still, Nash & Young - Our House
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A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
~Honore de Balzac
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It's Remembrance Sunday today. This year there are a lot of young men to remember as well as people who died in past wars. I took this photo when I was on holiday in Dorset in the summer. It's part of the Remembrance Garden at St. Nicholas, the Parish Church of Corfe Mullen.
The title I've used is taken from this well known poem .....
"They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them."
Laurence Binyon
Highest position in Explore: 83 on Thursday, November 12, 2009
This pigeon was just standing in the road, trying to drink from the gutter. It ignored my dog that wanted to say hello! I thought maybe it had hurt itself. Picking it up to move it to a safer spot on a birdbath, I found it was just feathers and bones. It drank some water before waddling back to where the last few rays of sunlight were shining. I hope this old bird had a good life. #bird #senescence #oldage #pigeon #blackandwhite #nature
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
...dignified and determined: a portrait of a great, great grandmother, at home in a small village in rural Rajasthan, India
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That old lady is my grandmother and the man walking beside her holding her hand is my father. well i couldn't have gotten a better shot of a mother son pair
Rummaging through a few recently scanned negatives I came across this shot from the 1990s. It's remarkable in that I raised my camera to a 'lightweight' PSV . Maybe old age and enlightenment was setting in, or I was becoming marginally more affluent. However, a more likely reason is that I was involved in its delivery to the south of the Irish Republic. The Irish had developed something of a taste for late Ford coaches and it seemed as fast as good ones came up for sale, their place was booked on a ferry.
THA 405W had been acquired by Paul Richman (in his capacity as a dealer) from Millership Coaches, the latter name familiar at the time to readers of the legal pages of 'Coachmart'. It was a cracker of a coach and drove wonderfully for what it was. I also seem to remember that the acres of internal wood-grain trim were undamaged too.
The photo was taken as we deposited it at its new home with an operator (whose name escapes me) on the outskirts of Mallow. As a bonus to getting it there safely and being paid, we were treated to a memorable cooked breakfast.
Commenting has been turned off, sorry - I'll return a visit when possible - old age ain't for sissies!