Chewy (aka Chewbacca) will not be finding a new home. The spousal unit, the friendly half of the household, the one who never met an animal she couldn’t love or adopt, admits she can’t really stand to part with the rambunctious mutt, even with the bruises. So Chewy gets a reprieve, and an enrollment in obedience school.

Thanks to all who offered to take her in. The response was overwhelming. If we could have parted with her, we would not have had any trouble finding her a good home.

We’re looking for a new home for Chewy (aka Chewbacca), our part-Chow, part God-knows-what-else dog. It breaks both our hearts to do so but she just isn’t fitting into a household where cats rule and we can’t be around enough to keep her company.

I often joke with fellow blogger Fred First that “size does matter” when it comes to digital cameras, megapixels and lenses. My Canon EOS 1Ds Mark II is still king of the digital SLR wars at 16.7 megapixels but I’ve resisted the urge to venture into 22 and 40 megapixel-land with medium format. The Canon does just fine thank you.

The wind howls outside, an interesting anomaly as the temperature climbs towards the 50s on this Thanksgiving morning.

Yet the rising temperatures are just one of Mother Nature’s cruel jokes. The thermometer will plunge this afternoon, diving into single digits to remind us that this is, after all, November in the mountains.

I don’t, as a general rule, do wedding photography. But Dr. Joe Baum, founder of the Tri-Area Health Clinic, asked me to shoot his wedding to Debbie Sickey this past weekend and I can’t turn down a friend. Besides, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Fragmented Fred First in a suit Joe said he didn’t want traditional wedding photos and asked me shoot the event as a photojournalist. Don’t know if I succeeded but it provided an interesting exercise in trying to find new ways to shoot something that others do a lot better than me. So I tried different angles and multiple locations during the ceremony. Thankfully, nobody seemed to mind. Afterwords, everyone headed over to Winter Sun for a reception catered by Oddfellas and an evening of dancing. Nearby, in Cafe del Sol, writers and poets offered up tribues to Elliott Dabinsky, the poet who died this week. Two celebrations. One for a life just ended, the other for a couple whose life together is just beginning. I’ll put the photos in a book and present it to them as a wedding present and then retire as a wedding photographer. Just aint’ my thing.