I am WAY late in posting today. I woke to find some urgent emails from The Guardian requesting photos and an interview ASAP, and spent the morning in a whirlwind of emails to the various departments of The Guardian and the publicist at Simon & Schuster, on the phone for my first overseas interview, and digging though my hard drive for the photos requested to run with with story.
Such craziness has been going on for several months. As most of you know, the photos on this site are four-to-five months behind real-time; this site holds the archives of the photos I send out in the daily emails. Co-incidentally, this is the email I sent out four months ago:
Hi Everyone ~ I’ve put off sending this email but can put it off no longer. First off, Charlie is fine! I, however, am not. I have been going at warp-speed since December 2007 and it has finally caught up with me and I have become an absolute basket case. Last night I thought about what changes I can make to bring some peace to my existence and maintain my excitement about being creative, and have decided to alter the daily subscriptions {note 1/9/09: and therefore what will be showing up here, on the site, as of today}.
I will still be sending out photos of Charlie as always, but am going to spend some time going back through the thousands-upon-thousands of photos I’ve amassed in the eighteen months Charlie and I have been together.
For the time being, the majority of the daily pictures will be photos from the past, but ones that have never been shared to date. I’m excited to revisit his youth – there are so many incredible photos I found (and had forgotten about) when I was digging through old folders while looking for photos for the book.
So trip with me down memory lane for a while, and as I get my feet back under me, I will get my camera back in hand as well. xo S.
A different photo of Charlie will appear here every time you visit the blog.
You can scroll to see the archives or use the menu in the sidebar.
When Charlie was a little pup, I once plucked a long, dry weed and teased him with it. He caught the very end between his teeth, bit it off, and spit it out. I teased him with the weed stalk again, and he nipped off another quarter-inch bit and spit it out. Over and over for the length of the weed.
This became one of our games ~ I hold out a dry weed frond, and he nips it off in tiny bits until he reaches my fingers.
Charlie now uses ‘weed nipping’ as a signal that he wants to play. He’ll run to a stand of dry weeds and nip them off, shaking his head as he spits them out, his cue for “Come play with me!”
photo taken November 2019
one year ago:
Chubby Cheeks
two years ago:
Little Elf
three years ago:
Into The Mystic
four years ago:
Perfect
five years ago:
Shadowlashes
six years ago:
On The Trot
seven years ago:
Predator McFluffface
eight years ago:
Sir Spiney
nine years ago:
Serious And Smiley
ten years ago:
Face Off
eleven years ago:
Tuckered Out With Toy
twelve years ago:
Notes On Charlie – August 22
photo taken November 2019
one year ago:
Song Dog
three years ago:
Into The Mystic
four years ago:
Perfect
five years ago:
Think Of All The Beauty
six years ago:
Rising Light
eight years ago:
Sir Spiney
nine years ago:
Documented! Ninety Degrees
ten years ago:
Face Off
twelve years ago:
Light Grass Peace
photo taken November 2019
one year ago:
Fairy Tale
three years ago:
Stuffed With Stuffies
four years ago:
Second Snow
five years ago:
Looking West
six years ago:
Werewolfish
seven years ago:
The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were…
eight years ago:
Amazing Grace
nine years ago:
Documented! Ninety Degrees
ten years ago:
Leg Lust
eleven years ago:
Tasty Puppy Snout
twelve years ago:
A Nice Place For A Nose
photo taken November 2019
one year ago:
Another Dusting
two years ago:
Rockstar
three years ago:
Vortex
four years ago:
Marshmallow Fluff
five years ago:
What? Is there something on my face?
six years ago:
Feathered
seven years ago:
Textures
eight years ago:
Tunnel / Vision
nine years ago:
Hidden Dragon
ten years ago:
Charlie And The Moose
eleven years ago:
Horsing Around, With Elk Leg
twelve years ago:
This Is Coyote
