On one of our many trips to the Iceplex this summer, we passed this yard. I was thrilled when I finally got permission to shoot. There was one issue, a dog, whom I was told would likely ignore me.
I enjoyed the ability to do some editing. I was shooting away, scanning for the dog when all of a sudden I heard the voice of my darling child screamed “dog”. He was still laughing when I made it back to the Jeep. He told me I move fast for an old girl.
CRUMBLING MEMORIES 