I had just removed Lucy's grazing muzzle so she could eat breakfast.
Trying to capture a beautiful portrait of her in the ethereal fog light would be pointless.
My only hope was for a beautiful picture of her eating.
The girl can graze and walk at the same time. So can I, now that I think about it,
but I would have the decency to stop chewing in the presence of a camera.
Lucy: I'm not eating. I've simply stopped to smell the flowers.
Me: Yeah, right.
I got my wish...a beautiful picture of Lucy eating.
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor fog of morning...
...stays this donkey from the swift completion of her breakfast.