Author: swkrullimaging

Colorado photographer and outdoor writer, book author and blogger specializes in non fiction photography books, novels, blog posts, beautiful portraiture plus sports and nature photography for sale and video. Also advocates for the preservation and humane treatment of wildlife and all God's four legged creatures.

Thirty Days

Thirty days has passed since Tricia went home to Jesus and the knife edge of the pain has dulled a bit. Four weeks has been enough to organize my new place and develop some semblance of a new routine. My cats too seem to have settled in, found their favorite window perches and have started … Continue reading Thirty Days →

The Lonliest Job

We have been on many an adventure over the last 25 years together. Sometimes we won and sometimes we lost. I can remember several times in the last few years when our business wasn't working out in the location that we found ourselves in and we had to scramble to get out. It isn't easy … Continue reading The Lonliest Job →

Dust in the Wind

Five days to go before I have to be out of this place and the donation truck is coming today to lighten my load. Over the last couple of weeks as I have been packing, donating and preparing to move out, I am intrigued by the perceived value of things. When we were younger we … Continue reading Dust in the Wind →

Layers of Stress

`At first, upon Tricia's death I was even more stressed out than I was before. But as time passes I can feel myself unwinding, as if it is one layer at a time. For so long I have been in a race against time, running one errand at a time and coming right home to … Continue reading Layers of Stress →

Scrambled Brains

Woke up early this morning with my mind running hard. For some reason I was thinking it was the 17th already and that I had missed making mention of the training kickoff of the Patriots' Festival bike race, which is the 16th. Then I felt the gut wrenching fear that I had forgotten to  do … Continue reading Scrambled Brains →

Time

Time is a funny thing. It is supposed to be a constant force, marching on without regard to its effect on us mortals. Though it may be a relentless enemy, when we are hurting time can be our friend. Time heals it is said. Father Time's advance is supposed to be steady, but there are … Continue reading Time →

The Gift

As I have been going about the business of moving on I have also been stopping in at all the places Tricia liked to make sure everyone has been informed of the sad news. In doing so I have been continually astonished at the effect her life, her suffering and her passing have had on … Continue reading The Gift →

Finality

I wasn't going to write again on Tricia's passing, but the events of the day have again turned my thoughts to the grieving process. As I awoke this morning, before I had completely come to full consciousness, I looked over to see if I was going to be able to start moving around without awakening … Continue reading Finality →

Dreams

Today's sorting through the chaos of the last few years was a journey through the dreams we had together. Tricia was always up for some new venture and we tried a lot of them! And as I was combing the cottage looking for things I would need I ran across remnants of all of them. … Continue reading Dreams →

Crossroads

Today I feel like Tom Hanks in the movie Cast Away at the crossroads near the end of the movie when he was starting over with nothing and could take any direction he chose. Yesterday a quarter century ended with the passing of my beautiful wife Tricia. It was nearly a year ago that the … Continue reading Crossroads →