Eddie, My Reluctant Co-Star

I never meant for him to feature in my photography. He disagreed.

I might as well get this out of the way early: Eddie will appear in my photography from time to time. Not because I’m planning some sentimental “dog content” strategy, but because avoiding him is physically impossible.

He’s a muscular Jack Russell with Parson pretensions, built like a spring-loaded torpedo with a tail attached. And his defining trait — the one that defeats every perfectly planned shot — is simple: he will never be where you left him.

By the time I bring the viewfinder to my eye, Eddie has already moved three frames ahead. Sometimes he charges straight toward me. Sometimes he vanishes behind a dune and reappears somewhere entirely implausible. Sometimes he stands heroically at the shoreline… but only for the half-second before darting off after something only he can see.

So yes, he sneaks into my landscapes and my beach shots and my low-light experiments. But he brings something with him: that spark of movement, mischief, and unpredictability you simply can’t choreograph.

And frankly, he makes the best of every situation — more often than I do.

Below is a handful of “laxity shots” (the right word, really) where he allowed me a fighting chance before bolting off again. No staging. No posing. Pure Eddie: fast, stubborn, curious, and eternally one beat ahead of the shutter.