… and boy is it angry!
Sam’s “shadow” was of course Emma, who came over when she saw I was photographing him. Emma, the cat who hated to be photographed, but photobombed every picture she could.
Scratcher of heads, rubber of bellies
The last day of the year got off to a cold but sunny start. I stopped at Rest Lake when I came across this great blue heron sitting beside the frozen channel and then sat listening to the cackling geese and tundra swans in the lake behind it. I couldn’t resist a self-portrait when the rising sun created a perfect shadow of my little Crosstrek on the bank.