haunting memories III: Kerry

my best friend, my first love. He taught me to get out and explore and to find excitement in the everyday surroundings and that the very same tree can smell different every day. He showed me how strolling through the woods can be the cure for another lame day at school. He was walking me when I was caught up in daydreams and too many placebo songs, when there was too much screaming at home and when there was only silence. He was my muse when I first went out with a camera trying to frame the setting sun.
I was sixteen and scared of everything and he was the bravest dog I know.

Saupurzel, Germany 2005

Saupurzel, Germany 2005