Rusty is Steve's dog. He is more than 13 years old now - and behaves appropriately, like an elderly gentleman. Steve tells me he had come across this small puppy on one of his runs, and the puppy had followed him home - that was 13 years back.
Reflections
The first is wrapped in night; the second, bathed in light. Between them — a lifetime learning what it means to arrive. The first frame: I’m standing outside a hospital on a clear, but impossibly dark night. The air hums — charged, uncertain — as if it knows something momentous is about