Some color from the archive for me this week, because I've been thinking about him recently.
This is Roy (aka “Buster” as noted below). Roy belonged to my brother-in-law and his wife in the 80s and 90s, and lived a charmed and happy life in the Sierra foothills. To my kids, he was “Cousin Roy” and, whenever we’d visit, he and my younger daughter were inseparable.
Roy was adept at finding the shadiest spot on the porch or lawn, and with his deep-black coat, he was nearly impossible to photograph in mixed-light conditions with color transparency. Once, though, I got one shot of him alone in a spot where I could expose just for him.
While his humans were at work, Roy would spend the morning with the local postal carrier, riding along in his van. Unknown to my BIL for many years, Roy led a double life. Around mid-day, Roy would head up the hill and spend the afternoon with an elderly couple who lived on an adjoining property. To them, he was “Buster”. He’d sit with them, share a meal and some treats, and then head home when he heard the car come up the drive. (We learned, after Roy passed, that his other family was also unaware that Roy had a separate, evening and early morning life and family; they just knew that he’d disappear around dinner time but was always home for lunch the next day.)
Pentax MX and Ektachrome 100 (I think; if not, then Kodachrome 64)
