So, Shyla and I headed out early this morning, with me absolutely determined to be up at a good viewpoint when the sun crested the ridge to our east at sunrise. We succeeded. And, I had the opportunity to photograph Shyla in that wonderful, almost-winter, reddish light. Photography is one of those things that makes me forget everything else and lose all track of time. I love that about it.
The low angle sunlight is one of my favorite things about winter. Shyla glowed at sunrise.
And I took approximate 87,000 photos because I love taking them at sunrise. I think of the look on her face in the next photo as her "motherly" look. I don't know why exactly.
And Shyla adores sprinting in the cool air.
As you can see, almost all of the thin layer of snow that fell the other day has melted, leaving a wonderful playground for me and Shyla.
Being out at sunrise lifted my spirits immensely. Shyla seemed pretty happy about it too.
I think that Shyla agreed, as she levitated over a fallen log. It must be a joy to be as pain-free as Shyla. I'll enjoy it vicariously.
Life zips by as fast as a shooting star. I'm going to do my best to soak it up.