I grabbed the tri-pod and we headed out on our favorite walk. This beautiful trail near our house, to me, is the epitome of the Pacific Northwest. Dense, mossy, so very green, damp. It winds through the tallest evergreens and as you make your way, you can hear a trickling stream following beside you, the only hint of what awaits you at the end.
Hunley looooovvves this walk. We let him off his leash and he ran up and down the sides of the trail, looking back every so often to make sure we were keeping up with him. He was slightly annoyed (and maybe so was T.J.) that I kept making him stop and pose for the camera.
This one above was almost a winner for the card. It's the most accurate representation of my life right now- a lot of Hunley jumping up on me, a lot of exasperated looks.
Finally, we passed through the abandoned train tunnel, and came out on the other side of the forest at the Sound, beautiful and expansive and grey. Hunley leapt across the rocky beach and ran straight into the chilly water.
Between the wind and a wet dog who would rather be swimming, picture taking did not go as smoothly as I had imagined in my head. We walked further down the beach to try some different angles, I lost my sunglasses, I retraced my steps, I couldn't find them, I was done, T.J. was a good sport, we took one more photo, I found my sunglasses (yay), we headed home.
Never fear, though, we got what we came for, but I'm not showing you the final photo we chose for the card. Hunley got some good exercise, and we got to enjoy that crisp fall air and a rare weekday off together. Maybe it wasn't exactly picture perfect, but it was pretty darn close.