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About Noël Russell
Noël Russell (@noel_russ) is a Dog Park creator on Instagram, also filed under Pets. The account has 82,579 followers and 640 published posts. Recent posts average 2,646 likes and 133 comments, an engagement rate of 3.43%.
With 82.6K followers, Noël Russell is a micro creator by the common 10,000 to 100,000 definition. Set against 1,659 accounts followed, the audience works out to about 50 followers per account Noël Russell follows. Noël Russell uses an Instagram professional account. Flinque files Noël Russell under Dog Park, with Pets as a secondary category.
The Instagram bio for Noël Russell runs to 17 words across 4 lines. Emoji sit alongside the words. The latest activity Flinque has on record for Noël Russell dates from December 2024.
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Of the 10 most recent posts shown for Noël Russell, 6 are carousels, 3 are single images and 1 is a video. That mix leans toward carousels. Noël Russell has built a substantial archive of 640 posts. Against the audience, that is roughly 129 followers for each post published. Noël Russell also keeps 44 story highlights on the profile. All 10 carry captions, averaging 357 words each. The captions are written mainly in English. Words that recur across them include because, been, don’t, these and being. The captions tag #findyourselfoutside, #ebcontributor, #ebcontribuor, #nationaldogday and #ebcontributer.
My mom is an immigrant from Juárez, Mexico, raised in East San Jose. Saying she worked in agriculture can sound dignified, but the truth is that my mom was a field worker. She worked before and after school throughout her entire childhood. Her hands were scarred from years and years of working in the fields. She used to tell me that her fingers and skin were worn—that’s why they’re so shiny—and it amazed me. I can’t remember ever being unaware of everything that came before me, how lucky I was, and the sacrifices she made.
To this day, I still get so sad and so happy when I hold my mom’s hands and pray. I do so many things outdoors that I willingly put my body through, and they leave scars and marks too, but it’s always different. My mom shed blood in the fields so I could scrape my knees against rocks on a sunny day and crack a beer after. She busted her back in between rows of strawberries so I could bust mine carrying extra snacks in my backpack. One generation later, my hands are torn up because I basically put a cheese grater to them by deciding I love trad climbing. This stark contrast is a weight as much as it is a gift; because of that, there is not a moment in my day that I do not remember how filthy rich I am because of my mother’s hands.”
Noël Russell / photographed for ‘All Humans Outside’ in Oakland, CA.
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But when it’s dark, little sparks of light seem to shine brighter. And so I’ve got my gaze fixed sharply on those glimmers.
Here’s some rays of light that I’m grateful for:
- Sue is alive. He’s not in the shape we hoped he’d be, his procedure didn’t go as planned and we found out some bonus bad news about his health. But the fact that he’s lying next to me now is a miracle, and the fact that so many amazing people have rallied for him to live the best life he can while he can makes me weepy. There are lots of good humans on this planet who care about such wonderful things, and somehow, this 9lb rescue mutt makes the cut sometimes. Wow.
- I have been running really far most nights. These are the magic hours where my mind goes on break. I feel so grateful for this, knowing how precious my body is and how often I’ve taken it for granted. It’s easy to forget how good our bodies are – even when they’re tricky.
- I have been eating a lot of burritos lately.
- Everyone around me is using what they have to fight for what’s good even when they don’t have much to use. A text, and a handwritten note, and vote against a popular opinion, or a choice to step back, to lean in. The generous offering of shared hopes and dreams, the humble gift of shared fears and sorrows. In all of this, I feel less alone. I shirk the imposter syndrome, the feeling of not-enoughness, the sadness and guilt – I tilt my chin up. Have you ever stood shoulder-to-shoulder with someone who is standing really tall? As their shoulders pull back and their chest puffs up, it compels you to do the same. I want this to be the case for all of us— glancing to our right and left, adjusting our stance, lengthening our spine, and standing taller – even just for a moment, together.
Maybe this doesn’t make much sense. That’s ok. All I really wanted to say is: hi, I care about you, thank you for being here, and I’m so proud to stand as tall as I can next to you.
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This doggie here, he’s my favorite friend. He showed up when I really needed him and doubled down on every wish I had. But the massive mammoth in the room has always been the incurable disease he carries. “He’s likely the only dog like this,” said a specialist, and the doctors at Cornell and UC Davis echoed this. “1 in a million or more”, says ChatGPT, “extraordinarily low chance of occurring.”
Sue has Hemophilia A and B, as well as deficiencies in factors VII and X. This qualifies his condition as severe and wildly rare.
And next week, he will undergo the riskiest procedure of his life so far.
And I am terrified.
Sue has been struggling with an issue that has progressed and has caused increased concern by his care team. To figure out more, he’ll need to get x-rays and CT scans after which we’ll have to make quick decisions about next steps. This will require anesthesia and intubation—both highly risky due to his condition—and that would be just the start of “what to do” or “what not to do” based on findings.
I don’t want that day to come. It also can’t come fast enough.
I don’t know if this decision is right. But it feels like the only option.
When I adopted Sue, I knew of his illness. I signed up for that. What I didn’t sign up for (silly me) was falling absolutely head over heels for a Chihuahua I named after a poem that became a song because I knew he was tough enough to be a boy named Sue.
So here I am, after about a year of not-posting, making my littlest self proud by naming my needs out loud. Because my desire for Sue’s well-being doesn’t deserve to be “unspoken,” and though I no longer go to church, I do believe in the power of collective energy and hope being held together with others.
So, if you’re able, whenever you call on whatever powers you do, please remember Sue too.
Thank you. I love you.
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And also thank you and for these photos (2 - 5) of me and my tiny adventure bestie.
Focused on putting one foot in front of the other and trying to not make a misstep.
But the weight of doing my best has been taking its toll.
So, here’s a reminder for me, and you, that we don’t have to get things right.
That your existence alone is truly enough.
That your body, as it is, is so very good because it houses your soul and no other place can lay claim to that honor,
And you deserve to be proud to call yourself ‘home’.
Here’s a reminder that support and safety are not things you should have to beg for.
That however you feel you look is wonderfully adorable
That whatever you feel like you feel like is wildly acceptable
And that whatever brings you joy is worth it – so do it, eat it, watch it, read it.
Here’s a reminder that you have the permission to let go of the things that aren’t serving you,
That you don’t owe anyone, or anything, the act of suffering
That you don’t have to prove your strength
And that saying no, or stepping back, or asking for more, doesn’t make you weak,
In fact – it’s the ultimate expression of power.
Here’s a reminder that you don’t have to justify your actions or your needs.
That you are worthy of others’ trust, but even more so – you’re worthy of your own
That the boundaries you set and decisions you make, and your election to change those, are fair, and valid, and true.
And you deserve to lean into you.
Here’s a reminder that everything that isn’t going the way you want it is not a reflection of your value.
That any disappointment in yourself, in others, or in life, in no way defines your inherent and immeasurable worth
That admitting you’re sad, or scared or lonely is an act of integrity
And that demanding those around you to create space for any expression of where you’re at is an act of virtue
Here’s a reminder that you don’t have to get things right, right now – or ever.
And that doesn’t make you any less lovely.
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Here’s some slow photos on film from sunny days with my two little rays of light. Big thanks to for keeping my body warm and safe during long summer days.
#EBContribuor #FindYourselfOutside
Backpacking has always been my first love. No matter the wonderfully awesome places I've been grateful to reset my head, my best night’s sleep has always been bundled up inside my sleeping bag and tucked into my tiny tent somewhere in the backcountry.
Taking people I adore into the mountains is far and away my favorite way to show I care. I spend hours intentionally packing favorite snacks and planning elaborate camp meals. I identify plants along the trail and share their names aloud. I carry extra water and set an alarm for 5 minutes before sunrise, then gently nudge everyone awake – assuring them they won’t want to miss the alpenglow show.
I've never been great at directly communicating how much people mean to me – but when I pack extra battery packs, bandage up unexpected blisters, or offer a spare beanie that I brought “just in case”, I hope that they hear me loud and clear.
Mary Oliver once said, “If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.” And boy do these words ring true.
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Looking forward to warmer seasons filled with adventure and cheese platters above the tree line. Big thanks to for keeping me cozy during the past few summers and for giving me more opportunities to share love outside. #EBContributor #FindYourselfOutside
The day before, I was asked what my greatest accomplishment had been so far, and I couldn’t answer. Not because I don’t have things I’m proud of having done, but moreso because what makes me proud aren’t things to be accomplished but rather embraced – absorbed and leaned into, remembered and observed, soaked up and warmed by, unending and incomplete.
Success feels like alpine sunrises and belly laughs, sparkling eyes of new strangers-turned-friends and views of the water whenever I can get them. Success is warm breezes, owl calls, donuts, and hair that reminds my dad of his mother when the sunlight hits it just right.
Success is listening to stories, watching my dogs dream – belly up, lips quivering – and seeing sunspots collect on my mom’s hands over the years. Success is saying no to last-minute requests and saying yes to opportunities that scare me – but not ones that scare me too much because scary is like spicey and there’s a delicate balance between what adds flavor and what totally overwhelms.
Success is moving through sadness without lashing out and being gracious with myself and others when lashing out is actually in order. Success is being willing to take a different road because the one I’m currently on is unexpectedly closed, or there’s a longer scenic route available, or maybe simply because it doesn’t feel right for whatever reason, right now, at this very moment.
And while I don’t have any abbreviations listed by my name, I sure have loved a lot. And though I don’t have a long list of accolades on my resume, I sure have lived a lot. And even though I can’t walk even 3 feet though my home without bumping into a dog or a human or a wall because it’s so stinkin’ small, I am very proud of my expansive sense of curiosity and creativity that makes my world constantly feel so dang big and magical and full of promise.
So, here's to another year of amounting success, for you and me.
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Photo from an early morning at one of my favorite lakes wearing my favorite jacket, in a place where everything feels alright all the time. #EBContributor #FindYourselfOutside
Many of you know that both of our adopted mutts have special needs – Fin suffers from an autoimmune disease and is anaphylactic and Sue has a very rare (and still somewhat mysterious) case of hemophilia.
So, thanks to them, you’ll always see me out on the trail carrying a bigger-than-usual pack filled with all the necessities: EpiPens, antihistamines, immunotherapy meds, immunosuppressant meds, doggie boots and jackets, some herbs that the vet said *might* *possibly* help with blood clotting in an emergency situation, and the most well-stocked first aid kit in all of the Sierra.
But you won’t ever hear me complaining, because every additional accommodation I make for these two beasts is returned to me tenfold, every damn minute of the day. You see, these beings fill my life with immeasurable joy, and love, and comfort, and hope and I couldn’t feel more honored to pick up their poop, delve out endless amounts of treats, and forever pack a ridiculous amount of gear for them.
If you know the feeling, then you know what I mean. And if you don’t know the feeling, but have been considering adopting a pet - here’s your sign to just do it.
Because you’ll never be entirely prepared for the best things to happen – there’s no way to get ready to win the lottery, no way to properly plan for falling in love – but as goodness unfolds around you, everything else always seems to catch up to speed eventually. Because, good things tend to have an altered experience of time and space, where the pressure to be ready slows significantly, and is replaced by the deepest sense of settling rooted in gratitude and joy.
And if there’s anything that’s surprised me most about my relationship with these perfectly imperfect pups, it’s that – no matter how unique or dependent or desperate their need is for me,
I’ll always need them that much more.
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As always, major thanks to for outfitting us in our favorite gear – from packs to hats to layering pieces in the best shade of orange – and giving us one less worry while we wrangle these mini wolves through the wild.
#FindYourselfOutside #EBContributer #LiveYourAdventure
These were some of the first words I remember the veterinarian saying after spending nearly 2 hours examining Sue and reading over months and months of lab work from top veterinary hematology doctors.
It was then that I knew I hit the jackpot.
Less than 1 in a million and he’s mine.
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Not one hour goes by when I don’t recognize the delicate line I walk by loving these dogs so deeply.
Not a moment when I don’t recognize how my heart is held in the balance, so tentatively.
You see, the smallest accident could mean a swift end for a dog whose blood just can’t clot.
And as we walk city streets and backcountry trails, I find myself forgetting to exhale.
Because, while I’m constantly on alert for broken glass or potentially aggressive pups, jagged rocks and cars, sharp branches and bikes…
I’m also wildly aware of the gift I’m being given
Over and over and over again.
Like right now…and right now…and again, now.
Because,
To willingly lean on something softer than me,
To gladly hold tightly, yet lightly, to something so small and easily shattered,
To endlessly adore a being I’m sure I can’t live without
Knowing one day I’ll have to -
Well, that’s gotta be the greatest lesson I’ve learned on how to really love.
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Every morning I wake up to these brown little eyes and say out loud,
“You’re alive Sue! And life is so good!”
And it is, because he is.
It meant wearing hand-me-down jackets two sizes too big, and sometimes being blamed for wrongdoings committed by another whose silhouette and profile looked almost the same when spotted across the yard.
I’d often lament the lack of “specialness” felt during holidays when dozens of us would get the same gift, or the times my grandma would claim she made my “comida favorita” when it was actually confused with my cousin’s.
But last spring, amidst the onslaught of fear and social distancing, my massive family gathered on Zoom to sing happy birthday to my mom.
As everyone spoke simultaneously in a buzz of Spanish, Spanglish and screams, I tapped through 40+ tiny squares filled with smiling faces cloaked in thick hair and covered with skin the color of caramel.
I saw my cousin Stephanie’s sparkling eyes, my cousin Monica’s perfect curls, I heard my cousin Natalie’s electric laugh carry over all the others as I watched my cousin Jessica roll her eyes sassily knowing that whoever caught her glance at that very moment knew exactly what she was rolling them for.
When it was time to sing one of my tías began clapping loudly to try to get everyone’s attention. “Mija!” she yelled, and immediately - in a clambering chorus - 20 voices yelled back, “What?!”
Then everything fell silent for a split second before my computer speakers began to rattle with roars of laughter.
It was that moment I realized how damn lucky I am, to be one of the many beloveds brought to attention with the same term of endearment.
I took back my resentment for being called the wrong name, given the wrong gift, or confused for another with the same silhouette and profile.
And in the middle of a time filled with so much solitude and sadness, I felt the overwhelming privilege of having my name listed on a birthday cake next to 6 others, I felt the luxury of having worn a generation’s worth of hand-me-down jackets two sizes too big.
Because my true sense of “specialness” comes not from standing out,
But from knowing I belong to a multitude of mijas.
She was my soul's resting spot - the single place that felt like the wholeness of home.
I’d spend most of my summers nestled in her presence,
Soaking up the warmth of her care, each drop of her affection, and breathing in every gust of her goodness.
In the mornings she would wake me under mismatched cobijas.
Brushing the sun-speckled back of her hand across my forehead, she’d whisper
“Te amo, querida. Como amaneció?
But I was also too lazy to learn Spanish, so instead I’d answer back,
“Good morning, Grandma.”
She made the best tamales and the most delicious fideo.
She grew the brightest roses and the juiciest oranges ever to exist.
But I was too lazy to learn how to work the earth like her, to harvest its goodness and usher its blessing into flourishing for my people
So instead,
I’d lounge beneath the bows of citrus, sucking in the scent of brilliant blooms, and dined in abundance like a queen.
The day she left me was the moment I felt most alone
Lost without the love that kept me anchored
Empty voids echoing with longing for the wholeness of home
But then,
I began to practice Spanish.
I tried my hand at growing trees, sowing flowers, and cooking food from my roots.
I’d cry tears into seed beds, and sweat streams over boiling cauldrons of dried chilis and cumin.
I’d dole piles of red noodles and husk-wrapped gifts onto plates,
And pray flourishing on my people.
And I waited.
And then,
when spring buds burst open under the gold morning sun –
shining from the space where her soul soars freely.
And when the warming winds whistled through branches bent heavy with first fruits –
The very air her spirit rests in.
I whispered,
“Te amo, querida. Como amaneció?
…Te amo, te amo, te amo,
I’m home.”
Noël Russell's engagement
Noël Russell's engagement rate on Instagram is 3.43%, between 3% and 6%, or 3 to 6 likes and comments per 100 followers. On a typical post that comes to about 1 like or comment for every 29 followers. An average post collects 2,646 likes and 133 comments, close to 20 likes for each comment.
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Noël Russell (@noel_russ) is a Dog Park creator on Instagram, also filed under Pets. Noël Russell uses an Instagram professional account. The Instagram bio for Noël Russell runs to 17 words across 4 lines.
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Noël Russell has 82,579 followers on Instagram (82.6K). Set against 1,659 accounts followed, the audience works out to about 50 followers per account Noël Russell follows. Noël Russell has built a substantial archive of 640 posts.
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Noël Russell's engagement rate on Instagram is 3.43%, between 3% and 6%, or 3 to 6 likes and comments per 100 followers. On a typical post that comes to about 1 like or comment for every 29 followers. An average post collects 2,646 likes and 133 comments, close to 20 likes for each comment.
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