Category: In Memoriam
Ed was one of my ‘chiefs’ at Northwest Airlines in Anchorage for decades. I had many unforgettable experiences with him. Continue reading “Another of my NWA chiefs has passed on: Ed Habeger”
Kelly, the most flexible dog I’ve ever had!
Significant progress here! When we rescued him 10 weeks earlier, he wouldn’t even look me in the eye — after three years without a home. Story: Kelly – the boy nobody wanted
I love this photo — as if he is still with us!
We became so close:
“That’s my boy!”
(3 photos below)
In 2013, while I was photographing a bridge and stream, Kelly came back looking like this.
He let me pull them out with a pliers. A few quills were even attached to the inside of his mouth. I thought those would be the worst, but the one in his nail bed… (see photo below)
One of these must have been in his nail bed, because he snapped at my hand when that one came out. He didn’t hurt me, but I got the message! I’m glad there wasn’t another like that one. Continue reading “Kelly Finds a Porcupine!!”
Mom and Dad visiting Alaska with my dog Harvey at the port of Whittier, Alaska — early ’80s.
As can be seen in this picture, Dad loved Alaska, and they would have moved here had he not gotten sick. He died in 1989. Mom moved to Alaska 2.5 years later.
I raised Harvey, my Irish Setter, from a pup, and had to leave him with Mom and Dad when moving to Montana and Alaska in 1980, because of apartment living and working long hours in summer. I still remember crying on the stairs in our house in Bloomington, Minnesota, the night before leaving him to live out west.
Though we didn’t see eye to eye on everything, Dad was probably close to being the perfect father. He taught me a lot, and introduced me to nature. As a family, we visited all of the contiguous states west of the Mississippi, camping. Glacier National Park probably made the biggest impression. Dad encouraged me to try things, and gave me space to adventure on my own. Amazing!
Being a people person with a keen eye for detail, he and his brother owned a very successful barbershop in Minneapolis. His handyman skills were also impressive, even building his sister and brother-in-law’s house at age-18. He could fix almost anything.
He left us so early. Doctors couldn’t figure out why, and everything they tried made his condition worse. He was miraculously healed in ~’74, after which he was fine until I encouraged him to attend a church that had a pastor who hid his true emotions…. Ugh! I wish I never would have done that. Churches can be toxic, and I didn’t know at the time how much. Many pastors were never even called to be church leaders, but are confidence men. I write about James-3 cursing in my spiritual blog, having learned a lot the hard way.
Digital camera scan of a glossy print
William Wallace by my side, while Kelly sought small game — 4 years ago.
As William got older, he didn’t run as much, while Kelly would never stop investigating in his later years.
The intimate landscape I was trying to capture with the Canon is of two, red Columbine flowers and this little falls. The gentle wind was moving the Columbine just enough to thwart our effort. The telephoto lens magnifies any movement.
Grateful, I cherish this moment, together!!! How can a price tag be put on such a faithful companion?
I miss my boy.
Sony RX-100 Handheld
A few months after we rescued him — age-3. Agile speedboy!
I would often call Kelly ‘Kellyman’ (pronounced kellee-mun – Jamaican style), so he wouldn’t sound like a girl.
“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, it’s Kellyman — Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound!!”
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