Photo essay
Pickup Dogs
by Jim Work
M y heart has always been
drawn to both cameras and
dogs. My journey has
never wandered far from either of
these things. They have been a constant
in my life.
I am always looking for the perfect
photographic project. My problem is
actually finding one I’ll finish. It took
me a while to realize that the only perfect
project is the one you’re working
on right now.
My “Pickup Dog” project has been
a work-in-progress since I photographed
my first dog while on vacation in Silver
City, N.M. in June of 2005. Over the
years I have “shot” a 100 or so windblown
dogs.
I love to watch them as they surf the
wind. Their ability to balance and
share their space with tools, tires, groceries
and other junk is mind-blowing.
Some bark, pace and howl; others ride
in quiet contentment. They come in all
sizes and breeds, all colors and personalities.
Out here in the Southwest the
heelers and the shepherds are often
seen. I suspect that has to do with cattle
work and the fact that the pickup is
the preferred commute vehicle for both
owner and dog.
Whenever I ask an owner if I may
photograph their dog, I almost always
get asked “why?” I have a hard time
giving an answer other than that I just
feel the need.
Hooch was at the vet’s at the same time I was taking my dogs
there. How could you pass up such a face? He looked at me with
a very old soul. As most dogs are, he was very happy in his skin –
and he had a lot of skin.
I think the name of the boxer is Roxie. Although that might have been the name of her owner. Either
way, she was a great subject and also was very proud of her wrinkles. A lot of love delivered in the form
of slobber.
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Cenizo
Fourth Quarter 2011