Do you think maybe there's a rulebook somewhere that says shooting directly into the sun is strictly verboten?-- (if yes, then-- oops, my bad).
All the shots here are from this morning circa 6:30 am-- right now it's going on 4pm and it feels like there are a million miles between those two times. And, as much as I would love to be boarding a plane to somewhere dreamy-- tomorrow morning at 6:30 am I fly to Ohio for my niece's college graduation.
No offense, Ohio-- but you're not really passport-worthy, you know?
One thing about my dogs-- they get really excited when there's snow. Of course, they're dogs-- so they also get really excited when there's rain, mud, dry leaves, or turkey poop-- basically, if the activity involves a walk, they are all in, but I kind of wish they could share in my excitement for fresh green grass and all the wild smells of Spring, alas-- it's all the same to them; they are pretty much happy every day.
Which I was thinking about on our walk this morning.
Dogs are not moody-- not even spoiled and needy dogs.
Sure, they may exhibit a certain "begging" manner for attention or food--(well, not yours, of course, but mine were raised by wolves) but they don't have moods. Or, rather-- they have one mood-- every day, no matter the weather, whatever the season: happy.
I feel so lucky to have them because they keep me grounded, they keep me on track.
My apologies for this overload of photographs and half-baked ramble of a post-- I really have so many things I want to say and share, but mostly, I want you to be wrapped in beauty-- the beauty of an early May morning where the light blasts through new leaves and makes everything gossamer.
I want you to feel love all around you--
love all around you, always.