Griffin seemed to be in deep contemplation, even with the ruckus of the family dinner going on around him. I’d like to think he had his “little brother”, Goliath, on his mind. Goliath passed away from lung cancer in January and my parents’ house hasn’t been the same since. Goliath was about 5 years younger than Griffin and the two were inseparable for years until Goliath’s health started failing. He mostly relaxed after that, and Griffin was more than happy to join him. Anyone who doesn’t believe that a dog can feel emotion is a fool. This is not the face of some dumb beast unaware of his own existence. No, this is an intelligent being who knows what it feels like to love, and the pain of losing the ones you love.
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Blur.”
The lone Joshua Tree I caught out the window of my military semi. We were on an almost 3,000 mile convoy, just starting out through the Mojave Desert.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Blur.”
This shitty little town I live in does have some gems. They’re few, but they’re there. I’ve lived here on and off for over a year now, and I can’t decide whether or not I enjoy the feeling of isolation here. It’s at least 20 minutes from anywhere I’d actually like to go. Maybe that’s a good thing. Less temptation to go out and do unnecessary things, spending unnecessary money. Yes, I think I’ll stay here for a while, if only to prepare for what’s next.