August, 2010

Chihuahuas have really taken America by storm. I see these little things more and more each day. Even caught a glimpse of one riding in the shirt pocket of a young man  inside of the mall. This particular one belonged to one of the vendors  at First Fridays, downtown Greensboro. While talking to her owner, I didn’t ever notice the pooch nestled inside of her apron. She noticed me long before I her. When I did make eye contact she shied away back into the comfort of her owner’s apron. She was dug out and offered to be petted. I asked her name and the owner replied with “Miss Eva Bella”. She wore a pink dress and the owner went on to show me matching pink shoes that she only wore on her hind paws. Can you say DIVA!

After my uncle’s funeral, I noticed my mother and her sisters came home and each had a single, long stem, yellow rose. As the day progressed, I found one of the roses placed in a water bottle that sat on the side of  kitchen sink. Another  had been demolished, with petals missing (I’m assuming either one of the kids or one of the dogs got to it). Then I came across this one, it laid on the table just waiting for me to capture it. There are so many things that are forgotten after a funeral. Who said what, who came by to show their condolences, who called, those who forget to call. This rose will always remind me of the day my Uncle Robert was laid to rest. The day our family officially said their goodbyes..or see you later.