New dog, Sammy Cincos, and I went for a walk up in the foothills about a mile from the house this afternoon. New stream beds forged from last summer's flooding rains have made great (and wide) walking trails.
Despite taking a photography course many years ago, I confess I don't know how a little flash can influence the casting of an entire landscape in warm tones, but it does. (Compare with one below, taken after I turned the flash off--basically the same scene, zoomed in.)
It was pleasant walking with temps in the mid to upper forties, but a change of weather was coming over the mountains. The sun was soon swallowed up by clouds devouring the blue sky.
But neither young Sam nor I were deterred. Soon our perseverance paid off when Sammy rousted out his first bunny ever from the brush. Wanting desperately to pursue, he stood up on his hind legs like a prairie dog (or grizzly bear). And there he stood for the longest time watching as the streaking white of the bunny's tale vanished into the distant landscape which, like the clouds devouring blue sky above, swallowed the bunny below. I congratulated Sam several times as he reluctantly conceded to a leash heading in the opposite direction from the bunny's.
Shortly after our return, it got really dark. A sudden wind dropped the temperature, as we watched little raindrops appear outside on the patio. The timing of our walk had been impeccable!