Dark, heavy clouds came our way and after a very hot and humid day they felt welcome. It got darker quickly and a strange light, perhaps rather a glow hung over the fields. Everything was dry. The earth beneath out feet, the grasses and even the water level of the river was extremely low. Just like the earth, we were longing for some rain.
We were in Belgium and this used to be one of our paths for running and biking with the dogs.

It’s almost half a year now without Ziggy and it still feels weird to make a group photo without her. For years I’ve been photographing my dogs. First Ziggy, then Ziggy and Ravasz. Later with Hummer and Eclips, the assistance dogs that stayed with us during their training, and eventually with Mogwai. But Ziggy has always been there. By my side. My rock, my heart, my everything.
Most of the time I don’t feel like taking groups shots now. Or I feel like I should leave an open space for Ziggy.

I start to realize that it’s not the same without Ziggy but I also consider that a good thing. She can’t and will never be replaced. All of my dogs are so different. Unique. With their own silly habits, humor and preferences and I wouldn’t want it any other way. So perhaps I should make some more of these group shots as this is my present, my story. Our story. As it is now. A new chapter, new adventures that go on without forgetting and cherishing the past and the beautiful memories.