At least once a week I read the warnings from agents about copying photographs. Honestly, I haven't given it much thought until today. Like most experiences, it seems a bit pronounced when the effect hits home. The words in the endless warnings never mentioned the emotional side of a stolen photograph. In the middle of my busy, hectic, Monday-all-over-again day, I received an email from a friend who had recognized one of my photographs. Anyone who knows me, and even those who have only read one or two of my ramblings know that I lost a very dear friend not too long ago. His name was Jackson. He was my sidekick, my foot warmer, my best friend, and my comfort. Jackson was a quirky cocker spaniel who for 14 lovely years never once left my side. We were inseparable. Inseparable until tainte...
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