Theirs is a complex relationship. Bonded in emotions that range from angst to bliss. She was all wiggles and kisses for the entire weekend when he returned on Friday after two weeks of travel. He walked them both days this weekend for extra one on one time. Monday night when he gets home from work, she will make no bones about showing her displeasure, groaning and low growling about his work habit. Typical Sibe.
I can't count how many times he found my missing hats and gloves on the snowy forest trails in Switzerland. Though I'm pretty sure I could have found this jacket myself on our own backyard California trail, I can't help but reward him for great work! Thank you Loki!
Forget-Me-Not Wildflowers in Santa Cruz mountains. They are so tiny, barely the size of my pinky fingernail and very difficult to shoot. One day last week there was some light rain which made shooting them lots of fun. We head into the spring with no signs of anymore rain, which we desperately need. There's nothing sadder than a drought. O.K., maybe that Snowmagedon winter in the Northeast kind of sucked.
I'm still jonesing for a macro lens. Mr. Wild Dingo never reads my blog so I'm still brainstorming ways to position my need to be fulfilled. He is admiring my flower shots lately and has asked me to send them to him for his computer screen saver. I'm an artist. I need to be paid for my work--like paid in a new macro lens. Right?
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