The day my dog died.

Depressing, I know. But I want to document that it happened on this day. My parents think she passed away early this morning, around 1:30. I just found out over the phone around eight. All I'm going to say is thank God for walk in closets. And that it breaks my heart that I wasn't there. I don't even have any pictures of her on this computer. I know I have a few on my old one, so maybe I'll work on getting a few posted up in her memory tomorrow.

I'm posting two pictures tonight, because they both speak to me in different ways.

Picture # 207

I can't fully understand why I like this picture so much, but I do. It's completely out of fucus, but you know what the subject is. I guess you can also put some symbolism into it, since I've been losing a lot of my focus this past month, but hopefully some things will start clearing up soon. Mostly it's all just been in my head. All this junk I keep hanging on to is probably why I've been having trouble sleeping at night. 

Picture 207 b

BAM, headshot. Maybe not the most creative thing I could do, but I feel like I picked a direction and am growing. Hopefully I'll get to move past my frivolous matters of the heart soon and take charge of my life like I feel like I'm portraying in my picture. 

P.s., Here is a link to a picture of my dog and I way back in January. I can't believe I didn't take more with her now. I always had mean to...

R.I.P. Holly