68/365: Lake Michael.

Another walk to Lake Michael, another set of pictures involving water, dead logs, and my dog, Rita. If I put her lease on and take her outside during daylight hours, she usually goes insane in anticipation of the potential romp through the woods (we take the leash off once we leave the road). I was trying to find some interesting photos, but this set of woods doesn't give them up often. Usually I end up shooting the dog, because, well, she's a spectacle.

Faster than a speeding, special-needs bullet, she is.

-llg