Styxx, Gail, and I wish you all the best for 2021. May you have many beautiful walks in the coming months.

Styxx, Gail, and I wish you all the best for 2021. May you have many beautiful walks in the coming months.
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas.
Styxx (and Gail and David) wish you all the best during this holiday season. See you in the New Year!
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas.
Smashing pumpkins in Assiniboine Forest, Winnipeg.
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas.
Two guys on a walk in Assiniboine Forest, Winnipeg (photo by Gail Perry).
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas.
Styxx on a romp through fresh snow in Assiniboine Forest, Winnipeg.
My Polaroid work of late has been entirely in colour, using the latest iteration of Polaroid SX-70 colour film. However, for some time I have coveted the opportunity to play with Polaroid’s Black and White SX-70 film. After all, I was a black and white film photographer for twenty-plus years leading up to my introduction to digital photography—and colour— at the turn of this century.
Continue readingWelcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas.
Styxx loves his walks in Assiniboine Forest.
Welcome to a year in the life of our greyhound/lurcher Styxx, compressed into twelve daily posts leading up to Christmas.
We start with a winter hike in Assiniboine Forest. Styxx is modelling his new Finnish-designed coat.
The fourth of a series of jaunts in the key of white. This week: a January 19, 2018 walk through Assiniboine Forest in Winnipeg.
I lift the rear hatch of the car. Styxx emerges from the dark interior, unfolding from a tight curl into a tall spindly majestic greyhound. From his car door podium, he surveys the world. He stretches his head high, scans from side-to-side, sniffs the cold air and I can see in his eyes a delighted recognition of where he is and what he will be doing for the next two hours. Continue reading