Good Girl

Good Girl Sheba

Dear Sheba,

We hated to say goodbye to you this morning, but you were right: it was time for us to let you go.

As I ran my hands over your soft fur and scratched your huge radar-dish ears (the same ones that caught my attention in the shelter all those 13 years ago), I told you I loved you. Even though your breathing had started to slow, and your eyes were closed, I think you heard me because your ears never missed anything. Those ears heard the school bus approaching even when it was blocks away, returning to you your very favorite little humans after their too-long days at school. Long before those school bus days, those ears heard the 2 a.m. rustling of a baby who had not yet begun to cry in his crib. They also heard the word “turkey” casually mentioned in a discussion about upcoming holiday meals, which lead you to plant yourself in front of the oven, ready, even if that holiday meal was weeks away.

I told you I was glad we happened upon the shelter that day, with no actual intention of adopting anything, especially not an underweight, boisterous puppy with feet the size of dinner plates and ears to match. The shelter manager convinced us you would only grow to weigh 60 pounds. He was wrong. I’m glad he was wrong, because if you’d stopped growing at 60 pounds, you’d never have been able to pull a toboggan full of giggling children through freshly fallen snow on winter afternoons. You’d also never have been the perfect baby gate, always ready to guard the stairs or the doorways against small wandering humans (I tried to explain to you that the wood and metal gates we installed for just this purpose really did work, but you weren’t having any of it).

I told you you were a good girl. By “good,” I don’t mean “well behaved,” because that is the last phrase I’d ever use to describe you, but you were good in all the ways that matter most. You tolerated children who built railroads over you as you napped because you made the perfect mountain for their trains to cross. You let little arms wrap around your neck in delight. You sat next to anyone who had been sent to time-out. You knew which of your people needed a friend and you made sure to stick with them until they felt better.

As I kissed your nose one last time, I didn’t mention the times that you’d climbed into the bathtub with the boys and caused a tsunami of suds to flood onto the floor. I didn’t mention the time you unlocked all the gates that stood between you and our neighbor’s yard and then dug holes in their yard with unabashed glee until we wrangled you back inside. I didn’t mention the time you ransacked all the rooms upstairs because you’d gotten out of your crate (again) or that time you unrolled every roll of toilet paper in the house. I didn’t mention those times because even at your worst, you were our best girl.

Most of all, you were my girl. You spent every hour of our days in my studio with me, warming my feet and reminding me to take breaks and scratch your ears, because what good is a day full of work with no ear scratches?

If heaven is a place filled with your favorite things, then yours is a vast green meadow with squirrels and cats to chase, other dogs with which to play, and trash cans that you can knock over with abandon.

We loved you, Sheba. Thank you for loving us.

Good girl.

Story Behind the Picture: Balloons at Sea

Balloons At Sea

It was a lovely morning on the coast of Santa Marinella in late September. The brilliant turquoise water of the Tyrrhenian Sea crashed softly onto the black rocks along the coastline, and the sun began to cut through the morning clouds and usher them away. We walked along the water, listening to our children laugh and watching them chase one another as we made our way to the sandy portion of the coast. We had no agenda, no plans for the day, other than to put our feet into the beautiful, cool blue water, relax on the sparkling sand, and find some delicious food to eat. Later, we would would enjoy chilled red wine and apperitivi while the sea breeze cooled us and the sun retreated for the evening. If you ask me to describe what I think Heaven looks like, I’ll tell you this: Santa Marinella in late September.

Studio Update: Finally Finished!

MKC Photography Studio

May has arrived, and so has the move-in date for the new studio!

Here’s a quick tour for all those who haven’t been able to see it in person:

Begonias

 

Work Space and Inspiration Wall

 

Window and Chair

 

Lovely plants from friends

 

Under counter storage and books

 

Brick wall

 

Brick Wall Detail

(a close-up shot of the rear brick wall)

View from my desk

 

Desk and work station

 

Lazy dogs

Thank you so much to everyone who braved the pouring rain and very un-May-like temperatures for our opening party yesterday: you truly helped make the day special!

New Studio Progress: Update

Studio in Winter

Snow, wind, and freezing temperatures haven’t kept us from working on the studio interior, because we finally have electricity and heat.

Studio Heater

This little thing does a remarkable job keeping 140 square feet of space nice and toasty (pay no attention to the mess all around it…)

A/C Unit

Until we install the ceiling fixtures, we have these glamorous clamp lights as we install the insulation and sheetrock (which, by the way, takes FOREVER because we have to carefully cut out all the details for the outlets, the windows, the heater, the breaker box, the A/C unit…the list goes on).

Dormer Window

Even though the dormer window and the resulting pitch of the roofline have been complex to work with, I’m so glad I designed the studio to have as much natural light as possible: I already love working out here, and I’m not even working out here yet.

Outdoor Light

We also now have an outdoor light (and soffit vents: always incredibly important to allow air circulation in an insulated attic space).

Can I come in?

Spencer keeps trying to join us as we work. We keep saying no.

Subfloor

Finally, here’s the (very dusty) insulated subfloor. And my lovely work sneakers.

Thanks for following along, and I’m looking forward to sharing the next stage of the mkc photography studio with you!

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