I’ve begun realizing that, at some point I probably need to create a book devoted entirely to the dogs I’ve met throughout my travels. Maybe in cooperation with Charlotte’s @hundvanligahotell

I’ve never really set out to photograph dogs as a project, but because over the years they have just found their way into my viewfinder, again and again. Street dogs in distant cities, loyal companions walking beside their humans (or, like in Japan, in baby strollers), curious faces peering from doorways, beach dogs, farm dogs, and the occasional character who simply demanded a portrait.

I’ve loved dogs in almost every shape and size for as long as I can remember. Up until Palma, our Standard Schnauzer, they have been part of my life since pretty much day one, when CoCo was the family’s German Shepard matriarch. Maybe that’s why I keep photographing them. Dogs don’t really pretend to be anything other than what they are. They just show up as themselves.

This little Pomeranian was photographed in Tribeca, New York City. Definitely a face for a future book.