Whoever was with me over the weekend at Paula’s had to tolerate the fact that we’d all be walking along talking and then out of nowhere I would throw myself to the ground – call it having a photographic seizure. I would see some dog alerting to a squirrel or caught in a tiny pool of sunlight and drop into the dirt to try to grab it.
I am pretty sure I was in a group of about a dozen people when I took this set of MaeMae – their feet were all around my head and I was stretched out full-length on Paula’s rug while they talked about toplines or something. Knowing me, I probably shouted something about loin length from deep in the carpet fibers.
I don’t know how any of these people stand me.
These were three consecutive shots – you may see that her eyes change just a tiny bit as I took them. I edited them three ways to see which one I liked best, which captured the mood.
The only thing I like taking photographs of more than baby puppies is old dogs. Not only are they gorgeous to photograph, they give you something beyond what the lens sees. The way she has her face in the rug just killed me.