I remember this first one. Not where it was or how I got there or anything, only the important stuff like I wonder if those are self portraits?
Birds in flight, that's cool. Bridge - water, cool - cool. But I wonder if dude's wearing a ball cap or is that supposed to be a hard hat, I can't tell, and is that an eye patch? A lot going on.
She photobombed it.
This next one's got a lot going down. An oak tree to be specific. Probably got struck by lightning. Good thing no one was under it, I thought. :click:
She photobombed it.
Atlas, the she in the photos—Faucet Face, Doodicus Maximus. She's a German Shepherd who puts the food in Working for food Dog. Not to be confused with bird dog, that would require fetching, totally not her thing.
Videobombing, however..
Or this next one for the Canadians tuned in, it's a flock of Canadians. "Flock," I said flock of.
She photobombed it.
My shadow.
That's not one of her names, Shadow. I mean she videobombed all over my shadow and I'm not sure how I feel about it.
Another fallen tree—two. It was parallel to a footpath and about six feet above it. Nice bench, I thought. A second tree had fallen across it creating an access bridge to the forest wooded too densely to spelunk.
I climbed up to get a better shot and she photobombed it.
Rushing water, birds birding, the cicadas are cadencing and catfish are meowing. I'm doing the land breast stroke clearing all the spider webs in front of me when I saw three trees all crammed in the same hole.
She photobombed it.
This last one's so bad her necklace looks pink. Complete disregard for whatever I was pointing at, I'm sure it would've been phenomenal.
~woof
