I went out this morning, armed with my big camera, determined to take better photos of the my sheep. Yesterday’s effort was pathetic.
But it’s not easy and I feel I should share this artistic pain. I am always being followed.
I try and stand at the right distance away and then take as many photos as I can before anyone spots that I am not next to them.
Madge and her sticks!
She has truly mellowed. Kind eyes now.
All filled out and looking good.
With this photo-taking-thing, it’s a bit like grandmother’s footsteps because when I say something, everyone denies all knowledge that they are following me.
But I know…… (when I looked back!)
Is this love or is this the lure of the ginger-biscuit. Who knows!