I captured Edo as a pup and now again, as a (I suppose, "teenager?") We started the shoot at their home and subsequently took the tram to the beach. There is bliss in watching the young and older dogs running up and down the beach, clumsily playing- into the water. Shaking off sand.

Who pens this better than Mary Oliver. In her poem "I ask Percy how I should live my life) she writes:

Love, love, love, says Percy.
And hurry as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.

Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.