A blog about preservationist breeding of Azawakh, one of the world's last remaining canine landraces...
my mother's mother...Grandmother Troup
There is perhaps no single person in my life who has so profoundly influenced me. Al hamdullilah. She left us at the young age of 76. Mash'Allah. I think she worked herself to death. She was a perfectionist. It is hard to be a perfectionist.
I never knew my Grandfather Troup. He died two years before I was born, mash'Allah. I wish I had known him. He was a very talented photographer.
Posted by azawakh place at Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Labels: Azawakh, Tuareg, Africa azawakh, burkina faso, desert, dogs, images, mali, niger, peul, sahel, tuareg
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