The HS got another photographer. In the weird way that I am super-possessive of all things that make me happy (Archie, the husband, my free time), I've taken it just the slightest bit personally. I keep telling myself that it's for the benefit of the animals. Make them the most appealing, get them homes, lower the euthanasia rate. It's all about them and it can't be about me. And I, by myself, just can't capture them all. This is personal growth, right? Accepting help?
|Evidently, this guy drank something toxic when he was a wee pup and that's why he's now cross-eyed. Who knows.|
|I love overexposure.|
I accept that.
|I took this one yesterday in my back yard. I probably cannot, for the life of me, repeat that lens flare. |
Ps. Yes, I have resting bitch face.
Pps. Yes, I need models.