Week Through The Birthday Bash
Willow the Ferocious Whippet. No accountability whatsoever.
Here is Day Number 88…
This is Willow. If I’ve been editing for a few hours, she’ll usually sit right next to me and whine. Maybe it’s cue for a coffee break, or her playtime.
Where focus goes, energy flows. He’s got this piece dialed.
Opal Creek and beyond. Photos of a Saturday buried in the upper canyon.
I swam up this. Feet first.
On the edge.
“Where is Zane? Where is Zane?”
Melissa. Miss Nikon.
Faulty $4000 piece of equipment.
Sneak peek pics.
Fall along the trail.
Subaru driving tree hugger.
One inch at a time.
“I’m dead. I’m dead. I’m dead.”
Get along for the camera.
Dan Dan, shy.
Don’t ask Melissa.