For this image, I wanted to create a surreal look. Something that would make the viewer wonder: Is she being pulled up or has she fallen from the rafters and gotten caught in the ropes?
Well, things have been a bit...how shall I say it?...active. Yes, let's go with "active." We adopted a 12 week old border collie mix from the Animal Welfare Society of Southeastern Michigan. He had been left out in the worst winter Michigan has ever had, surviving the harshest elements at such a tender age. He is now in a warm and loving home.
I understand that everyone grieves in different ways. I still grieve the loss of my beloved Hannah. If I had not been prompted, I would not have looked for another pet for several months. My mother found the perfect addition for our family. She sent me the link and his precious, expressive eyes drew me in. My mom knew that I had to have another border collie or border collie mix. Hannah changed my life when she came into my world 16 years ago. My heart belongs to border collies and border collie mixes. I can't be without one for long because of how wonderful the breed is. Hannah showed me the love, brains, and activity level of the breed. I wouldn't have it any other way.
I still cry for Hannah. I sometimes feel guilty for adopting this sweet little thing so soon, but I don't regret it. And I do love this little stinker.
See, there will never be another Hannah. Each pet is unique in their own ways. There are so many animals who have been abandoned, abused, neglected, or relinquished, that I couldn't let one sit in a shelter when there was space in our home.
Without further comments, here's our new pup.
For our glamour portrait session, we explored many different decades: from vintage hollywood glamour to a subtle boudoir to modern beauty.
This has been a rough month. We unexpectedly had to say good-bye to our 19 year old cat, Persephone. Now we need to make that final appointment for my constant companion, Hannah.
We don't have the final appointment yet, but we are calling to make it. We will be saying our final goodbye to my canine mini-me. She is our first dog as a couple, but she's much more. I am writing now because after it's done, I will not be in any shape to write anything coherent about my sweet girl.
Hannah has been my best friend and constant companion. We adopted her from Michigan Anti-Cruelty Society 16 years ago as a 6 week old little ball of fur in March of 1998. You can still see her puppy picture, all filthy and sad-eyed, on their donation envelope.
She was brilliant from day 1, learning to sit on command immediately. She is my mountain goat, leading me through hiking trails in Michigan, Maine, and Colorado. She is my running/walking companion. She is my enforcer, coming to get me when my son started crawling and she thought he was going to get injured. Also, she would tattle on the other pets when they got into trouble. She is my son's guardian, laying by his blanket watching him diligently to make sure he is safe. She is a certified Canine Good Citizen. She is my princess. She is my agility athlete, balancing on the back of the couch or running obstacles in the yard. She is my studio assistant. She is my snuggle bunny, with her silky fur and Fritos scented feet. She is my everything.
Her drive to be by my side overcame her failing legs. She attempts to go up and down stairs to she can be with me in the studio or doing laundry. I have had to fence the stairs so she can't hurt herself. When she was paralyzed, she dragged herself with her front legs so she could follow me out of the office. She also figured out how to escape the camper so she could follow me when I left. Now that she's weak, she follows me with her sad, pained eyes.
I know our pets leave us too soon. I wouldn't change a minute that I've had with her. I also know I have been very fortunate to have her for so long in my life. She has outlived two other pets, Magnus and Persephone. She has helped teach two other youngsters pets, Jenna and Penelope, even though she should have retired a year ago when she was paralyzed, she continued to push forward, overcoming paralysis after two days. She is my stubborn little girl, always wanting to please me. I can't be greedy anymore. I have to give her permission to let go. She is hurting.
When Hannah stops breathing, I will cease to breathe. When her heart stops, mine will stop. I will no longer have my shadow. Half of me is being ripped out of my life.
I love you, sweet girl, baby girl, Hannah Banana, Nana.
Anne Neville was the daughter of Richard Neville, Earl of Warwick. Richard Neville, known as "The Kingmaker", married his daughter, Anne, as a little girl to Edward of Westminster in order to seal alliance with the House of Lancaster.
After Edward was killed in battle, Anne was caught in the turmoil within the House of York. She married Richard, Duke of Gloucester and childhood friend, aligning herself with the House of York once again.
She was briefly queen when Richard III ascended the throne after his nephew was declared illegitimate.
This session was a treat! Jarod's family owns Habsburg era uniforms. When he told me he would be able to use them for our session, I was thrilled. I immediately started planning a story around the uniforms. I added a few props for this look, but the uniforms and Jarod's ability to express himself and put himself into the character were powerful enough to stand alone. I also new that I needed to create a very cinematic looks to best showcase all this talent and the heirloom uniforms.
Fabiola did a great job transforming Jarod from a soldier in dress uniform, freshly graduated to a battle weary soldier, wounded from the war.
Model/Actor: Jarod Bardon
MUAH: Fabiola Felix
Photographer/Retoucher: Donna Macauley