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Sunset over Edinburgh
Americsan bagpiper
Taller than it looks
Edinburgh
Prince Street backpackers
Idling in the hostel
Preparations
Amongst the relics
Highgate Cemetery
Cemetery guide
Chappies wait for the bus
Amor vinci Amsterdam
Le jardin de Rodin
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Mothers of the Disappeared. #u2 #thejoshuatreetour2017
Offline entertainment. #summerreading
Afternoon light.
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Farewell to this sweet, stubborn, sneezy, head-tilting, carb-loving little guy. We wished Shorty to be immortal but eight years is all that fate allotted us. A brush with death brought him into our lives – his hind leg shattered by a car or attack dogs or both, but his ingenuity helped him survive and his charms persuaded the rescue shelter against euthanasia. We found him on the internet, swayed by his woeful tale and adorable photo. Within moments of meeting, he jumped in my lap and there was no turning back. His leg was on the mend and his heart overflowed with love. Shorty was loved by all who knew him and he possessed the magical ability of conjuring smiles on the faces of strangers, even New York tough guys. He was an active rider of trains and subways, a Sisyphean chaser of squirrels, a slow-poke walker who took time to savor the fragrant details of his world. Although he was well-fed, he was a scavenger at heart, never shy from snatching a tossed pizza crust or bagel off the Brooklyn streets. When human siblings deprived him of attention, he responded with gentle care and consideration towards these temperamental little people. His happy place was being curled up and cozy on the softest available surface, or basking beside a sunlit screen door during suburban getaways. He adapted well as his ears lost their sharpness but his ailing kidneys slowed down his final two years. Regardless of his unknown age, he left far too soon, taking the lost secrets of his early days along with him. A few scars hinted at his history, but Shorty was never one to dwell on the immutable past. The present was all that mattered, and all life’s joys could be grasped within a day. It was my good fortune to be his companion and caretaker. So long, little guy.
Summer baby
An American bagpiper in Scotland (1997) #arthursseat #edinburgh #scotland #bagpipes
Relics (1997) #highgate #cemetery
Les mains de dieu (1997) #rodin #sculpture
La tombe (1997) #ionesco #montparnasse #paris