Of Dogs, Change and the Demise of the OCOLOY

Since committing to the OCOLOY (one camera, one lens, one year), a lot has happened in our lives. Daisy suddenly lost her big sister to an aggressive and painful bone cancer.

Daisy standing watch over Pepper on her last day with us, enjoying a short moment of winter sunshine on an all together bleak day. The nasty bone cancer in her hip/pelvis stole her away from us years before her time and left us with a lonely pup.

Daisy standing watch over Pepper on her last day with us, enjoying a short moment of winter sunshine on an all together bleak day. The nasty bone cancer in her hip/pelvis stole her away from us years before her time and left us with a lonely pup.

We have since all adjusted to a new house member, Lucy the (9-12 month old) German Wire Haired Pointer-cross.

Lucy, an impulse adoption from the shelter  has been a handful (or rather the two of them have), but has a heart of gold, is infinitely tolerant of Daisy’s attention and after a slightly rocky start is now one of the family.

Lucy, an impulse adoption from the shelter has been a handful (or rather the two of them have), but has a heart of gold, is infinitely tolerant of Daisy’s attention and after a slightly rocky start is now one of the family.

The first casualty was the OCOLOY, which became a pain and distraction. So much for discipline, but priorities change.

The theory is sound, but the application a little indulgent in our current circumstances. I found that the tension between the images I wanted to take, the images a took that did not get used and dealing with the days that got missed was too close to ruining my enjoyment of photography. In effect it became an anti stimulus. Maybe I will miss an opportunity for growth, or not.

Maybe I will give it a go some other time.