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  • I was strolling through the French Quarter in New Orleans when I happened upon a girl and her dog sitting on a gutter. The connection between the two of them was strong and immediate - so full of love. I raised my camera to take a photograph and the girl screamed at me "what the f*** are you taking a picture of?" I told her that I was touched by the connection she had with her dog, and wanted to photograph the beauty of it. Immediately she softened, and told me that her dog was her best friend - her family, her traveling buddy, her home. She said she was migrant and that her stay in New Orleans would be a brief one. She and the dog were headed to warmer climates... perhaps New Mexico, or maybe California. The road took them where it took them. She said I reminded her of her mother, and asked if I had children. I told her that I didn't, but like her, I had a dog who filled the empty space in my heart.
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