Entries by angela

A long, tough goodbye

I don’t normally become attached to “things.” Things are disposable. They’re replaceable. They don’t hold your memories; your heart, your head and your blog preserve those special moments. For a long time then, “things” were easy to toss out. Until recently.

Back to schools

Nothing lasted very long in Lamoine … or Arup. Unless you want to talk about the schoolhouse. It’s still standing after 100 years. Long after Arup was platted. Long after Arup became Lamoine. And long after Lamoine became deserted when the railroad took a pass on the little town. Lamoine was an “excellent trading point […]

A housebound escape

This doesn’t have anything to do with reading. Even though reading is the best escape I can take without leaving the house. No, this is about losing myself on my laptop in a way that doesn’t involve writing. I’ve been learning how to use Photoshop, trying to get better at this art called photography. Back […]

Guardian of the Columbia

It distracted me from my ultimate mission — an afternoon with Maremma sheepdogs. I was driving south on a rural road on the Colville Reservation and spied it out of the corner of my eye. Of course, my new friend Kaila warned me about it. She said “there’s a beautiful abandoned church near our homestead.” […]

On the job

I love this breed. So damn much. When Shep came into my life in 2004, I had never heard of a Maremma sheepdog. When my friend who connected us told me the breed name over the phone, I heard “Miramichi dog.” For those not in the know, the Miramichi is a region of northeast New […]

A new friend

And one angry, worried husband. I can’t really say that I blame him. My adventures have gotten me into trouble. There was the time I blew a tire (hey, where did all the pictures on that post go?) and there was the time I backed into a deep ditch of snow.

Rebuilding the past

“Hey, did you hear about the brothel?” “The what?” “We found what we think might have been a brothel, upstairs from City Hall.” “That’s pretty cool.” “Do you want to see it?”

Rainy day

Hey, did you happen to see the most beautiful girl in the world? Cheesy, I know. I catch myself singing it to Bella all the time. Because she’s gorgeous.

The Rocklyn rabbit hole

Editor’s Note: The Rux homestead is on private property. The owner, whom you can learn more about in the comments section, has posted No Trespassing signs. Jerry is a great guy and more than willing to cooperate with photographers, provided they seek permission. I get lost in detail sometimes. When I got home from a […]

Five years later

Five equals six. My American and I celebrated five years together last weekend, and it marked my sixth trip to Hill’s Resort in Priest Lake, Idaho. Every New Year’s Eve, the Friends of Spokane Valley would head up to the cabin village about two hours north of year. Some friends have grown up, moved on […]