Tag Archives: Boxer

Maddy on the beach

Maddy on the beach

Golden Retrievals

Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s—oh
joy—actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
I’m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you never can bring back,
or else you’re off in some fog concerning
tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work:
to unsnare time’s warp (and woof!), retrieving,
my haze-headed friend, you. This shining bark,
a Zen master’s bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.
Mark Doty, “Golden Retrievals” from Sweet Machine: Poems
from the Poetry Foundation

I’m working on a project for my workshop and that involves going through the archives and finding a project there…a project that you’ve been shooting for years without knowing it. It’s obvious that I love dogs. I see and I photograph them wherever I go. I found these photos of Murphy and Maddy on the day we picked them up from their respective breeders. One of the reasons I love to blog is so that I can go back to stuff like this.

Murphy came from a military family living in Portlock. His mom was chocolate and white and dad was black.

Kris found Maddy on Craig’s list. After searching for breeders on Oahu, Australia and New Zealand, he found a backyard breeder in Haiku. We met Maddy’s parents and her brothers. She was the only female in the litter.