So last night, Wally and I went out for a drive. He ran and nearly yanked me over on his leash (held between my legs), while I photographed whatever I could.
It turned out to be another one of those situations where I really wished I had a high-quality telephoto lens. Or any telephoto lens for that matter. I did what I could with what I had.
These photos are a little boring, but hey. At least I did it.
(I don't know exactly why, but I think I like the colors of this one)
When I made it home, I realized I missed out on a fantastic photo opportunity!
On this particular dirt road, I got stuck. Stuck stuck. And I wasn't even off the road! One tire was over a little too far- it sure didn't look like a ditch.
After much digging, trying to use floor mats for traction, and major frustration, someone finally ventured down this lonely road and stopped to help me. All it took was a little push and POP! out I went.
Um, the tires might be a little balding... yes balding. I refuse to admit that they're already displaying the male pattern baldness. Wait, what?
It was a funny sight, that's for sure. And I wish I would have taken a photo. It's not like I didn't have my camera!
I'll learn. Please don't give up hope.


















































