I'm not really sure who I'm writing this blog for. Mostly for myself, I suppose, though if it's just for me, then why not make it totally private? Perhaps I harbor many bloggers' fantasy that someone will see my meanderings, think they're the most brilliant thing ever, and want to publish them. More likely it's so that I can share my memories and pictures with J, my best friend of seven years and husband of three months, and other family members and friends who might want to see/read my rendition of how it all went down. Like I said in the last posting, I don't keep a scrapbook anymore, so this is, in a sense, my scrapbook of those three plus years since we left Santa Fe on our Beacon adventure.
But for the random person who googles Beacon and stumbles upon this blog and hasn't given up reading yet, perhaps they want a wee bit of background. I did kind of jump into the plot at the deep end.
So here are the characters:
Naomi. Your narrator and photographer. Landscape designer who will be a landscape architect as soon as she passes the fifth and final section of the Landscape Architecture Registration Examination. Moved to Santa Fe, NM straight after getting her Master of Landscape Architecture from Berkeley. Met J in summer of 2001, because he lived in the live/work lofts where she worked (and because of destiny, of course).
J. Artist, designer, and lots of other things here and there to pay the rent/mortgage in between art sales. Born in Brazil, grew up in Suffolk, UK, moved to L.A. in the 1980s, moved to Santa Fe in the early 1990s. Initially attracted to Naomi for her two vehicles: A 1972 Chevy El Camino and a beat-up Toyota pickup truck (slightly more reliable than the Elky and perfect for trolling the back roads of New Mexico). First gift to Naomi was a rusty shovel. That's why she loves him.
Jack. Sweetest dog on earth. German Shepherd/Collie mix, born on Christmas Day, 1990, adopted by J and his then-partner at the perfect age to be adopted, 8 weeks. Died on a warm spring day in 2007. We still miss him.
King Jack
Agnes and Boo. German Shepherd/?/? mixes, sisters and littermates, born 6/29/04 at Bridging the Worlds Animal Sanctuary after their mother was rescued from a hoarder. Spent the first 13 weeks of their lives (note that the socialization period for dogs is 12 weeks) there, on a mesa in between Santa Fe and Albuquerque, with two wonderful people and about 60 dogs. Adopted by Naomi and J in September. As they drove home together, it started raining - in New Mexico, a good omen. Very, very shy around people, even today, but much better than they were at the beginning which was almost impossible. Most people continue to think that they are either coyotes, wolves, or a mix of the two. To us they're just our wonderful, cuddly, charismatic wildlings. Still, it makes for funny anecdotes: On a walk recently, a girl saw Agnes and Boo and asked her mother "Mommy, are those foxes?" And her mother replied matter-of-factly, "No, dear, they're wolves."
Boo
Agnes
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