Named for an old-time country musician, Hylo is our 10-week-old Rhodesian Ridgeback puppy.
Images from our holiday adventures and misadventures. Photographed in the hills of Ohio and the nether regions of Colorado and New Mexico, by both Mr. + Mrs. Roeth.
Images from a session with the McClearys, both sets of in-laws, and special appearances by Bernese Mountain Dog, Carson, and Rhodesian Ridgeback, Waldo. I say more folks should do portraits with adult families. And dogs.
Images of 15-year-old Ryder, a handsome and sage fellow, Australian Shepherd Daisy, and their family.
On this pre-Christmas Friday I’m very much looking forward to seeing and spending time with some of my very favorite people and to a restorative week.
A very happy holidays to you and yours.
Spending an hour with 7-week-old Salvador did nothing for this case of puppy fever I can’t seem to shake.
One day a few weeks ago I washed our dogs. Then Roux did living room laps until she dried while I blow dried Prada, which took two hours. By the end of it she looked so pretty I took her portrait.
Portraits of little Walt and his big brother, Roman.
Images from an early winter morning picnic with Mia + Nelson and their lovely girls, dogs Dulcinea + Chloe.
Images from a visit with some White Shepherds.
Images from a session with the regal Zoe [Akita] + her goofy little brother, Ozzie [Greater Swiss Mountain Dog] at their Colorado mountain home. Also, a few images schemed up for a holiday card.
Collette is a bad ass little dog. Brandon + Christie are her equally cool human counterparts.
Hudson is a 7-year-old, 3-legged Great Dane with the kind of grace so many dogs have and so many people find elusive. He’s got a cancer diagnosis too, but you’d never know it. He’s a handsome boy, and a happy one, too.
Sometimes I like to think Roux seeks out the best light in the house at any given time and lays in it, waiting for me to catch on and take her photograph.
Roux and Prada, Todd and I : a quintessential fall day in the heart of America.
A Newfoundland with a mohawk and a killer rooftop in downtown Denver.
A rescue Dane with a sad history, Lucky is indeed lucky to have found Susan.
My little sister got her first puppy last winter. That puppy is a real dog now, and I didn’t realize it until I edited these photos, but my little sister is a real grown up lady now, too.
Mike [English Bulldog] + Harlow [Chocolate Lab], at one year. The first time I photographed M + H they were eight weeks old. Editing these images of them from last week inspired me to dig into the archives, and some of these then + now comparisons were too good to pass up.
French and English usually don’t mix well, except in Fatty’s case. Part English Bulldog, part French Bulldog he’s got that squishy face, exaggerated underbite kind of appeal.
A year ago when I took photographs of Mia and Nelson they were in the midst of planning their wedding in Spain. One year later they’re quickly approaching their first anniversary. Their Shepherd mix, Dulcinea, is as much a part of their lives as ever and they’ve added a foster dog, Chloe to the mix.
A lovely afternoon with Jack (Australian Cattle Dog), Saby (good old fashioned Mutt), and Dave + Francesca.
Ellen and Lola the Pug live in Denver, in an adorable house with a rust-orange chair. Lola has a backyard big enough for a dog much bigger than she is and she takes patrolling it seriously. She’s about as quirky as that velvety old chair, a wedding present for Ellen’s parents thirty odd years ago, and it’s safe to say Lola is as much a part of Ellen’s story as that chair is.
This Jen. The tattoo across her knuckles says “LONE STAR” because she is from Texas and proud of it. She is the human component in a threesome that includes Domingo, a Newfoundland-Chow mix and Lucy, a Shih Tzu. Jen has killer style and so, by default or osmosis, do her dogs.
Pueblo Mountain Park is a 611-acre open space area between Pueblo and the Sangre de Cristos in Colorado. It’s a well-kept secret at the end of a long road that nobody drives down unless they already know what’s at the other end.
We were lucky enough to spend a Saturday morning there with my dad’s old truck, a hot thermos of coffee in our hands and a couple of good dogs at our feet.
