When I took my newest photography accessory into the pasture last weekend,
I was angling for a fresh perspective, some different expressions
that would break up the monotony of fly masks and grazing muzzles.
I got the different expressions – too bad they were hidden by those cussed masks.
I'm hating them as much as Lucy, George and Alan are,
and they'll be wearing them for at least two more months.
The green grass is a proving to be a blessing and a curse.
Stooping to Johnny's level yielded all sorts of great shots for yesterday's post.
All I got when stooping to Alan's was a muddy belly – his, not mine.
At least the trash bag kept me clean and dry.
I've taken so many thousands of pictures of my animals,
I'm not sure how or where I'm going to find the fresh perspectives I'm looking for,
but I'll keep shifting my focus until I do.
Johnny agrees that I have to take a different path.