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An Eulogy for “The Most-Photographed Dog Ever”*

July 25, 2019  |     6 comments  |  Other Stuff

*Perhaps just a bit of hyperbole

On Wednesday morning, after a sudden illness, we had to make the difficult, but ultimately for-the-best, decision to say goodbye to our beloved Winston.

You may not have known Winston, but if you ever had the chance to meet him, he would’ve loved you instantly. He was like that…he loved everybody, oftentimes with boundless enthusiasm that consisted of cuddles and “kiss attacks”.

We adopted Winston in the Spring of 2010; Laura and I had just gotten married the year before and had moved to a new neighborhood in Addison, Texas, where everyone seemed to have a dog and we wanted to join the club. We thought it over for a while—would we go to a shelter and pick one out? or, would we settle on a breed and find the right dog that way? We never really settled on what we wanted…initially, we wanted something on the small side, preferably female.

One weekend in April, we went out to East Texas to visit my mother and, on a lark, decided to visit the Edom Art Festival. While perusing the arts and crafts, Laura came across the Van Zandt County Humane Society booth and took a look at the dogs, not intending, of course, to adopt. But it was love at first sight, for both Laura and the odd-shaped black, white and grey dog with the gorgeous eyes, long waggy tail and friendly smile. He ambled up to her, gave her a hug with his short little legs and we had to bring him home. Despite not meeting our dog criteria (female and small), he’d chosen to bless us with his unyielding love and we brought him into our lives.

He’d been found on a roadside in the Piney Woods of East Texas, abandoned by some sorry person who didn’t appreciate the treasure they’d lost or, for that matter, appreciate the preciousness of a pet’s life. His shelter name was “Stubby”, on account of his short legs and long body (when he was fully grown, he was exactly four feet from the tip of his nose to the tip of his tail, was maybe 14 inches at the shoulder and weighed somewhere in the 70 pound range). After completing his adoption (and, sadly, causing his foster “dad” to have to retreat to his truck to cry on account of how much he was going to miss “Stubby”), we welcomed him into our tiny family.

Of course, “Stubby”, whilst somewhat apropos, just wasn’t dignified enough for our tastes. So we bequeathed the much-more regal Winston upon him. As mentioned, he was an odd-shaped dog, a mix of perhaps Corgi or Basset and Blue Heeler with a bit of Lab thrown in for good measure. His front legs were shorter than his hind legs, giving him the shape of a dragster (though certainly without the speed). On occasions when he’d run (oftentimes to the chant from Laura or myself of “Fast Dog!”), he’d usually jack knife a bit, his longer hind legs outpacing his front.

At home, he joined our two cats, Miis and Squeaky (sadly, Squeaky left us last year after a long, lingering bout of congestive heart failure, thought Miis is still with us, at the ripe age of 18, too mean to die). While Miis never really interacted with him, Winston loved to try to chew on Squeaky’s ears. At least once, one of the cats had enough of his crap and gave him a good swipe across the nose, but, for the most part, they lived together harmoniously.

Living in the neighborhood we did, in a mid-rise building, we walked him every morning and evening, and often more than that. His friendliness and adorableness soon earned him many friends—both canine and human. Countless times, on their first encounter with him, people would ask “What kind of dog is he?”. Unable to ascertain his exact provenance, my stock answer soon became “We’re not sure…just random dog parts. It’s like they just took whatever parts they had leftover at the dog factory that day and put him together”.

Our weekends typically consisted of rising early and going to the dog park, Winston riding shotgun, his Chewbacca to my Han Solo. At the dog park, Winston always seemed to be more interested in the people than the other dogs. He’d make his rounds, greeting everyone with either a smile or, if you were lucky, kisses. He loved to snake along the fence of the park, taking in all the various smells and, I imagine, making a mental map of the most-foul ones for later reference (for reasons that he never revealed). If he felt like playing, he’d wander the grounds, inspecting each and every tennis ball until he found the most disgusting one, just to make sure that I had to touch something I’d rather not. After leaving the dog park, we’d go through the local drive-through car wash…Winston loved the sights and sounds of the water and soap jets cleaning the car. If we were feeling a bit peckish, we’d swing by the donut shop for breakfast…a donut for me, a dozen donut holes to take home to Laura and a donut hole treat for Winston.

In the evenings, Laura and I would watch TV, Winston curled up on the sofa between us. On occasion, I’d make a cup of coffee, set it on the end table and leave the room for a moment, only to return to find an empty cup and a slightly-jittery dog. As the months passed, it became apparent that Winston was one of the most-important parts of our lives. Without kids, we focused our love on “Sweet Winnie”. We dressed him up as a pirate for a pet costume contest, we bought him sweaters to keep him warm in Winter (he loved wearing clothes) and we took him on adventures. We were “dog people”.

The first time we traveled out-of-state after adopting him, we were forced to board him at a local pet hotel and, I’m not-to-ashamed-to-admit, I cried on the way there and back, unable to bear to leave him, worried that he might think we didn’t love him and were abandoning him like he’d been abandoned as a puppy. Each time after that, it got a bit easier to leave him, but every vacation’s last few days would be punctuated by Laura or myself exclaiming “I’m so ready to get home and see Winnie”.

After a few years, Laura left her job teaching and started traveling for work, oftentimes being gone for three weeks out of the month. Luckily, I always had Winston with me to keep me company. We’d have long, one-sided conversations with Winston always being a good, patient listener. To wile away the time while Laura was out-of-town, we’d watch obscure movies (usually in a foreign language, which I assumed perturbed Winston as he couldn’t read the subtitles) or work on software or photography projects. At night, he’d climb into bed with me, his collar’s tags clinking in the darkness (I’d usually take it off at night, saying “Let’s take off your jingle-jangle, Winnie”), and curl up next to me. On Winter nights, his prodigious body heat was welcome, staving off the cold that the heater couldn’t. On Summer nights, I’d have to turn the ceiling fan and the tower fan on full blast just to get comfortable. When Laura was home, he’d do the same, though we’d often need to move him a bit to get it comfortable for all three of us (he never really learned to lay parallel, preferring a perpendicular arrangement to ensure that he could touch both of us at the same time.

A few years ago, Laura was diagnosed with cancer and needed to undergo both chemotherapy and radiation treatment. Winston never left her side—for three straight months, he slept on her feet at night to keep her warm, snuggled her when she was restless and loved her when the chemotherapy’s effects were at their worst. Many nights, I turned to Winston for love and comfort as I struggled to stay strong for Laura while we went through this experience. He never not loved me back…a steady source of comfort, strength and loyalty.

Eventually, we moved into a house to give him the opportunity to have a yard of his own—his own private dog park. He loved to lay out in the sun, soaking up the warmth and relaxing in nature. Worried that he was lonely, we adopted a companion for him a couple of years ago. Millie loved to try to get him to wrestle and play, but they usually just settled with lying together in the yard or climbing into bed with us at night, a half-human/half-canine dog pile. Millie was, at most, only a few months old when we adopted her and our hope was that, although he was getting to be “comfortably middle-aged”, Winston would have several more years to teach her how to be a “good dog”; a selfless, loving, friendly companion. And though it’s taken a couple of years, I’d say he succeeded. Millie, while being full of boundless energy—the polar opposite of Winston—is also full of boundless love.

Roughly a year ago, we took in our “old lady”. Bonnie’s owners were forced to let her go when they were moved into a nursing facility. At eleven-years-old, we knew no one else would adopt her and we decided that the right thing to do would be to bring her into our home and let her have the best life possible for her remaining days. Unfortunately, we soon discovered that she was heartworm positive, so those days might go quick. Winston and Bonnie got along well; while old and sickly, Bonnie loves to play with Miilie and Winston would often try to impose himself on their wrestling matches. A couple of months ago, however, we were informed that her disease has progressed to the point where she might have “weeks to months” to live. We knew our time with her would be short, so we’ve been somewhat-prepared for the day when we have to say goodbye to her.

We never thought we’d be saying goodbye to Winston before Bonnie. Though he’d been arthritic for a couple of years now, having a hard time getting around, he’d been otherwise energetic and playful. And now, suddenly, in the last week, he was sick. Coughing, struggling to breath and barely moving. Our first vet visit on the weekend judged him to have nausea and upset stomach, but by the next night, he was doing worse. Coughing, trying to throw up and struggling. We took him to another vet, referred by his primary vet, who judged that he had developed a rare condition (megaesophagus) and would have to be hand fed while sitting up for the rest of his life and the prognosis wouldn’t be good. Drugs were prescribed and attempts were made to get him to eat, but his condition kept deteriorating. On Tuesday, we took him to the ER and they told us his prognosis wasn’t not great at all, but that there was a chance he might turn around a bit and that we could give him palliative care for a few days to make sure he was comfortable. They’d keep him overnight and give him steroids and fluids. We gave him loves and went home, wondering if we’d made the right choice.

By Wednesday morning, the vet had called and let us know that he’d made a sharp turn for the worse. Knowing there was nothing we could do to make him better, we made the hard, too-short drive to the hospital to say our goodbyes and help him pass on to the next life. 

We just hope that he knew that we loved—and will always love—him and that were ultimately doing this to make things better for him. He wouldn’t be in pain any longer and wouldn’t needlessly-suffer. We both held him as he took his last breaths and I’m certain that he knew we loved him.

I like to think that Winston had so much love to give that he gave it all away a bit too quickly. We’ll be forever grateful that he was part of our lives and I’ll cherish my time with the “odd-shaped dog” for the rest of my life. If there is a better place or afterlife for dogs, I like to think that Winston is there now, sniffing around for the best smells, gently taking the tastiest treats and finally conquering his irrational fear of snowmen.

Luckily, for us, we have an incredible photographic archive of our life with Winston. Looking through my Google Photos and Lightroom catalogs, I’d say that there are roughly 20,000 photos of him taken over the years. Over the last day, it’s been both joyful and heartbreaking to scroll through these digital memories, many of which reminded me of several of the anecdotes I shared in this piece.

Master of the “side-eye”

Looking sad on his first visit to the vet

We took him to visit Santa for his first birthday. Since he was about four-months-old when we adopted him in April 2010, we celebrated his birthday on Christmas Day.

A rare display of athletic prowess as Winston attempts to catch a snowball
Winston never had a sad day in his life…he was always smiling
Showing some concern
Love, Always and Forever
(Adapted and expanded from a post I made on Facebook on July 24th, 2019)

Worldwide Photo Walk 2016

September 25, 2016  |    0 comments  |  Uncategorized

On Saturday, October 1, 2016, I’ll be hosting a photo walk as part of Scott Kelby’s Worldwide Photo Walk at Tyler State Park, Texas. Here are the details:

  • I encourage you to sign up for the walk at This will ensure you’re eligible to win one of the prizes being offered this year. Also, by signing up, we increase our walker count and ensure that we will be invited to host again next year.
  • We’ll meet at the historic bath house on the lake at the park at 4:30PM. You can find a map of the park at
  • We will walk north along the shore line then up into the woods to slowly loop back around southward back towards the bath house to arrive before sunset. The backlit views of the sun setting over the trees on the far side of the lake is quite nice and photogenic.
  • We’re not gear snobs, so feel free to bring anything that can take a photo.
  • The entrance fee to the park is $6 per person.
  • If you need to contact me the day of the walk, you can email me at or text me at 972-342-8078.
  • Since we’ll be walking in the woods, you should wear comfortable shoes/hiking boots and bug spray.
  • If you have any questions, please email me at

Why I Won’t Follow You On Flickr

January 31, 2014  |    0 comments  |  Uncategorized
  • You use one of the default icons. It shows me you don’t care enough to make the effort to set yourself apart individually, so you probably don’t care about your craft.
  • You have less than 100 photos. This one is arbitrary on my part, as I’m sure there are a lot of people with great photos that have less than 100 shared on Flickr, but I like to follow people that have a deep portfolio, as it shows their committed to their craft.
  • Your comments are “award” comments. Sorry, not only am I going to not follow you, but I’m going to block you.
  • Your comments on every photo are exactly the same or some variation of the same thing, i.e. “Greatly seen”, “Great capture”, “Nice tones”.
  • Your username has “SEO” in it. It seems there are a lot of accounts that just plain state in their username that they’re trying to game the system.
  • Your photos are not really photos, but Tumblr-esque images with “inspirational” quotes or are otherwise obviously not original content.
  • You have obnoxious watermarks. Seriously, get over yourself.
  • Every fifth photo in your photostream is a screencap of your Flickr stats. No one cares if you have had over 2,000,000 views…you just look conceited and smug.
  • You send me messages to join a group. Or you send me a message asking me to visit your photostream or look at some crappy photo.
  • Your photos aren’t compelling (another arbitrary one on my part).

The Oddest Misappropriation of My Work Yet

July 24, 2013  |    0 comments  |  Legal Rights

I routinely use sites such as TinEye or Google Image Search to see where my photos are being used by copyright violators. This inevitably enrages me and I end up having to spend entirely too much time filing DMCA takedown notices.

Recently, I searched for my April 11, 2011 photo (below) to see if had been stolen.


And it had.

Specifically, it was being used in a presumably-home made video for a song  called Maula”  from an Indian movie with the somewhat questionable title Jism 2.  

You can see the offense for yourself (at the 1:45 mark):

Or, if you prefer, here are some screencaps (notice how they murdered the photo with a crappy, garishly-colored overlay:


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So now I get to waste even more precious time filing yet another DMCA takedown notice.

Size Comparison: Allure of the Seas vs. RMS Titanic

May 18, 2013  |    0 comments  |  General Interest

A couple of days ago, my featured photo on 75Central.Com was an abstract detail of Royal Caribbean’s Allure of the Seas‘ port-side balconies:


In the description, I noted that this ship is the largest passenger vessel ever constructed (1,187 feet long and ~225,000 GT).  After posting this, I started wondering how that compared to the RMS Titanic, which was launched roughly 99 years before the Allure and was, at that time, the largest passenger vessel ever built.  Lucky for me, others have already done the comparison and I was able to find this somewhat mind-blowing graphic online:


Someone even put together this more direct comparison (though a quick comparison of Allure’s 154-foot beam with Titanic‘s 92-foot beam puts this into “questionable” territory) :


As for my own visual comparison, here’s a shot I recently took of the Allure sharing a dock in Cozumel with her fleetmate Mariner of the Seas (beam: 126 feet):

In Cozumel

Pixoto, Why Do You Destroy Photos?

September 21, 2012  |    0 comments  |  Elsewhere

I routinely submit my photos to both 500px and Pixoto, mainly for my own smug satisfaction of racking up high image scores on both sites.  Earlier today, I uploaded my recent “Merge” photo to both sites.  Afterwards, while viewing their scoring progress, I noticed that while the 500px copy of the image is as crisp as it was on my own site, the Pixoto version was apparently down-rezzed.  What’s going on, Pixoto?

Here are screencaps:





The Time I Inadvertently Took a Photo One of My Grandparents Had Already Taken

July 22, 2012  |    1 comment  |  Uncategorized

I’ve been slowly going through the photographic effects of my grandparents’ estate—slides, negatives and prints from a lifetime of travels and working in the oil industry.  Earlier this evening, I was flipping through some preliminary scans of prints and slides I did a few months back and found this one:

One of the drawbacks of this collection of random photographs is that most are unlabeled.  Some are easy to figure out, such as these:

(Paris, obviously)

(Luckily I was aware that my grandparents had traveled to Alaska in the 1970s, so it was easy to deduce this was pipe segments stored for inclusion in the Trans-Alaskan Pipeline)

But the photo above was in a box without any clues to its origins.  I had scanned it and forgotten about it, but when I was going over them again this evening, it caught my eye.  It could be anywhere in the Southwest of the US, but it seemed familiar.  Then it hit me, I have a photo (several, really) of this exact spot.  Or at least I was certain I was.  Digging through my Lightroom catalog, I found it:

Incredibly, I’d taken this almost-exact photo at Palo Duro Canyon, Texas, back in 2010.  And while I don’t know when their photo was taken (nor, for that matter, which grandparent took it), I was pleased to find a small, photographic connection to my grandparents, who’ve been deceased for 12 years.


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