••• Pictures ••• Pictures My dad always took pictures of people. Even in Yosemite, his frames were filled with faces. I was not that myopic. I shot flowers trees autumn leaves snow dusted peaks glistening lakes and clouds Now, sorting through photos looking for the “recent color picture” they match
Carolyn
After nearly two years of trying to bond with my guide dog Hedy, she suddenly changed shortly before my husband’s death. Here is the poem I wrote about that experience. ••• Connection ••• Nearly two years I’ve waited looking in your small brown canine eyes— do you see me as
One of the first gifts my father gave me was a twin lens Yashica camera. It took black and white pictures because, when I was a child back in the Fifties, all they had was black and white film. He, himself, was rarely without a camera, and he assiduously documented
When I was at guide dog school, one of the sessions was on “The Public”—what kinds of things to expect and how to respond. After we graduated and I actually started taking Hedy places, I was truly astounded at the encounters that occurred, and how frequent they were. That’s why
12-14-2010 Dear One, If I had written this on October 1 as I had intended, it would have been about finishing Steady Hedy, my book on blindness and the 28 days of guide dog school earning with tears and triumph my little black Lab Hedy and the fun book signings