to walk in fields of gold…a photographer’s dream

except the field is too small. perception is everything. but the way, Hobbes, my cat, looks really mean in this pic because he is glaring at a bee. he got stung last week by a yellow jacket & has yet to trust any type of flying bug

my son & Blue

In fields of gold. We got Blue when my son was 4 months old. They were born a month apart & my son, when he was old enough to talk, would say, “Blue & I are brothers” Blue grew into an old dog while my son remains a boy. We lost Blue in February. This…