Jessie

I lost my dog of 12 years a couple days before Christmas. Usually I would bring her over so Jessie and she could have some time together. I could see it in Jesse's eyes that he knew she was gone. Never going to be same again. Nothing is. First time in 18 years I've been without a dog, or a dog has been without me.

Basically I've given up photography. This was one of the last pics of 2019, all natural lighting. Used my old 80-200mm AFS Nikon lens (which I'll never part with - ever!) set at 3.2 or so. ISO was probably around 4,000 on the Nikon D810. The lens has no VR, but I had had enough beers the night before to stable the lens effectively.

Haven't been fishing much, too busy working. Hooked into a December walleye last week but lost him. Have special access behind the water plant with my buddy, Paul, who works there. It is a good hole for steelies, but I have no motivation to get the yak out. I've been devoting most of my energy to writing lately. Haven't left this house in 3 or 4 days. unsure, because I've lost track. Seems going out into the 'real' world is too distracting.

Using the pain inside to write. Have cut off all ties with the world out there. No social media. No taking phone calls. Nothing. Wife brings me beer and supplies so I don't have to leave the house and risk jail. It's a good time to work on literature instead of art that is simply forgotten at a blink of the eye....