After leaving @shepherdmanswife and Lesia photographing the Sunday sunset, Tia and I crossed the “cow’s field”, Tia staying close to keep safe from those big beastly bovines, and up the footpath on the far side of the river. The path turned and the final drama of the sunset was played out before us, the heavens bisected as the crimson-saturated clouds drifted south, leaving an ice blue sky, which indeed delivered frost and ice by dawn.
I did my best to raise the silhouette of the tree upwards, to contrast against the pastel pale background, by lying down on the cold damp grass to keep the lens low. I looked up to see Tia sitting beside me looking quizzically down her nose – usually she is the one who has to lie down. Beyond Tia, on a track along the top of the field, a fellow dog walker was also looking across to see a dog sitting neatly beside her prostrate owner. It was too dark to see the dog walker’s expression, but maybe she was just relieved when I got up and strolled nonchalantly away down the field, with my dog at my heels.
And Tia is probably quite proud that she had you trained so nicely.