Since we had the newly acquired RX-8 in the shop for service, I took Tristan to the Heights to pick up Diesel, who she is dog sitting for a friend. I put Diesel, his crate, dishes, blankets and toys in my RX-8, which where a rather tight fit, and drove him to Tristan’s. Diesel is a very well behaved, black German Shepard, who enjoyed his rather cramped ride across town. He even gave me a wink over the thought of putting Diesel in the RX-8.
As sad as this puppy looks behind bars, she really has a good life!
On our way to rent a pressure sprayer to prepare the slab in the catio for resurfacing, we got distracted by misty mountains and shaggy dogs, and ended up not getting the pressure sprayer. Such is life and art in New Mexico.
I went out to photograph an old wood mill in the north valley, and as I got to the top of a rail spur there was a dog gnawing on an old carcass. He was so involved at first that he didn’t notice me. After a few shots, he heard the shutter in my camera and looked up. He was standing his ground and then started coming sideways towards me half snarling and licking his chops. I didn’t push my luck by trying to cross the dog’s path to get down where I could get better shots of the buildings. I got a few shots of the mill from standing on the rail spur and then a shot toward the mountains as I walked back to the car. I presume the dog went back to gnawing the carcass.
On my way back from photographing the sunset in the bosque, I stopped to photograph the horses in the soft light at dusk. My buddy, Turbo, came out to say hi, and wanted to be included in the photo session as well.
Off Center & Not Even 