Three Years

It was three years ago today that I came home to find Jiro dead in the yard at nine years old. Mostly I’m okay now, but some days I just really need my best friend back.

Today is one of them. Grief is a funny beast.

‘Tis the Season

It’s that time of year again when I shill my photography, neatly assembled for you in calendar form.

I’ve fallen completely in love with Pittsburgh, so of course that had to be this year’s theme.

Buy it, please. It’s pretty. Give a starving artist a little Christmas cash.