The beach is pure bliss for Penny. Although she ain't exactly mild mannered at home, Penny's traipsing around the house cannot be further from her unbridled enthusiasm on the beach. The waves, the rocks, the sand, the seaweed: all of it is just divine to her. And of course the fellow dogs can't be beat either. There's a regular pack of dogs that invade our beach in the evenings. On weekend mornings, Penny plays with Murphy when he's in town. Here she's giving him a little kiss. That or she's trying to puncture his jugular. It's a still-life and that means you can never really tell what's going on.
Monday, August 8, 2011
in the eye of the beholder
The beach is pure bliss for Penny. Although she ain't exactly mild mannered at home, Penny's traipsing around the house cannot be further from her unbridled enthusiasm on the beach. The waves, the rocks, the sand, the seaweed: all of it is just divine to her. And of course the fellow dogs can't be beat either. There's a regular pack of dogs that invade our beach in the evenings. On weekend mornings, Penny plays with Murphy when he's in town. Here she's giving him a little kiss. That or she's trying to puncture his jugular. It's a still-life and that means you can never really tell what's going on.