There are few causes I hold important. Of those few, the efforts that go towards helping out dogs are pretty high up there. Therefore when a local rescue reached out to me regarding a holiday "photos with Santa" kind of event, it was an immediate yes. After a lot of planning and test shoots I... Continue Reading →
It's nice when your subject is totally on board with the process of photography. Pumba arrived at the park and immediately understood his role. There are treats in your pocket. I'm gonna get those treats. He nailed his mark every time. His mom held him back like a ready-to-be-lit firework, I would get into position... Continue Reading →
Not too long ago, I was fortunate enough to be hired by Tina and Tara. We met at an event where I was shooting photos in NW Portland. They bestowed what I felt to be a great honor upon me, which was to photograph their beautiful, lively girl named Diamond who had developed cancer. It... Continue Reading →
As those who follow me on social media may have already seen, I was at an adoption event this past Saturday. The Pacific Northwest Bulldog Rescue (PNWBR) came to Hip Hound for a few hours of meet-and-greet. The rescue brought Roxy and Henry, two of their adoptable pups, but alumni were also there. There were... Continue Reading →
After nearly two solid months without a drop of rain, my mind had slipped into acceptance was that we had entered an endless summer. Sun was now forever. It was as if the Pacific Northwest had crossed into some inverse-Game-of-Thrones reality. Summer had come. It was a lasting season. However, instead of White Walkers threatening... Continue Reading →
I looked up from my fumblings in my camera bag and stared down the beach. For a moment the husky was gone. Then there was a faint whip of white, the tip of a fluffy flag tail sailing jovially down the beach. Kito was a quarter mile away, and had covered that distance in the... Continue Reading →
In your face, nose-on-nose. The connection between you and your pup began when you got on their level. The "Boop" Gallery is dedicated to all the wet noses, tongues and furry faces.
As cell signal grew non-existent, we wove our way along a road deeper into the Tillamook forest. It was a brutally warm afternoon for Oregon, and the AC didn't seem to quite reach out far enough in the car. Yogi, a nuclear power plant of a Boston terrier, was liable to have heat stroke if... Continue Reading →