mini sculpture

When I took this photograph of O'Rio Grande in summer of 2017, he was 12 and a half years of age; I knew it was what I'd think of him doing after he passed. It turns out, as his life came to an end, fortunately with incredible compassion and skill from his most recent veterinarian / technician team, I was thinking of this. Run like you're free -- then rest in peace!  read more »

O'Rio and I met just as summer got in full swing three years ago (2015). He and his family needed help. A mutual friend, a colleague of mine, connected us. And now he is mine. And yours.....ours. To help us learn.

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I'm eating a lot of cole slaw lately.  In late July, I received word through Messenger (interconnected with Facebook) of the sudden passing of one of my most important friends of my entire life.   We were all early 20's, and he started out as a coworker of my significant other-turned-husband. He would come to dinner once a week (Tuesdays, one semester, which had to do with their class schedules attending the University).  I'd purchased a mobile home near campus literally next to the railroad tracks, and I worked on or near campus.  read more »