I am trying to get a grip on my lack of skill and discipline at categorizing my pictures, by actually trying to categorize my pictures, when I stumbled upon this one. I took it last year just a month after Mom died, “died” such a blunt word but it is what happened none the less, and it is one of two photos I feel may be my greatest capture ever. It is of my Pop’s dog Miss Grace (A dog The Bride and I rescued off a busy interchange along a major interstate and gave her to my dad. It was love at first sight and she was a wonderful companion till my Pops death in December of last year) and The Bride. I know why I love it, tell me why and how it may move you.
Daffodil Hill Photography 
It is a beautiful capture … I love the mystery effect that you do not know who hold the dig , hidden by darkness
That was what I was going for and for once it worked 🙂
I have one other that is similar I am going too try and post as life allows.
Confused sad longing for his voice, his touch, his smile. She knows.
She does.
It is beautiful….the mood of shadows and light…in every way…
Thank You.