Peek-a-Boo, I see you.
Beth has a problem with grass.
Big Mouth Bonnie Brat
Perfect camera moment.
In order to capture these pictures, I had to sit on the ground while Brynn brought the sheep and I prayed she listen to my whistles - lest I was trampled. She listened and I was able to capture my new favorite shot of da Brynndollynn.
If you didn't already know this, I love watching her work.
Just thought I would tell you again, in case you forgot.
I am helpful that way.
I don't play favorites. Brynn is NOT my favorite.
And there she goes...NOT my favorite dog.
My favorite ewe
Our Romney ewes - with requisite flies on their faces
"Go away and take the damn dogs with you."
Happy Bea cooling off in the stock tank after chasing sheep around the field. I want to know where my stock tank is. She has four legs, I only have two. I had to chase her while she chased the sheep. We wont mention my face plant in the marsh grass.
See what I mean?
Did you know if you shoot on a shallow depth of field - with a dirty lens you can create a oil painting effect in the bokeh?
Photography makes me happy. I like happy accidents.
I often wonder, what would Beth choose first? Sheep or a tennis ball?
Long tongues make me giggle.
Longer tongues make giddy.
Wait, that didn't sound right.
Get your mind out of the gutter. Sheesh...
What goes up....must come down.
With the oogley-googley eye-ball-peepers.
Bea stalking Brynn, being stalked by Beth, who is being stalked by Bonnie. I had a stalker once. He peeped in my windows and freaked me out. I wonder if the dogs feel that way too?
Pretty prick puppy ears.
Not such a puppy anymore, at 10 months old.
If there is a heaven, it's certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to disentangle them.
~Pam Brown, b.1928