A Sunday on the Sandy
September 14th was a lovely day to be out and about. Craig and I hung out near Troutdale Airport watching the student pilots, trying to photograph the elusive vultures, and people-watching along the banks of the Sandy River. When I got my photos up on the big screen I realized that, while the foliage was summer-spent, I had caught some interesting photos of people just being people - and dogs being dogs - as summer ends.
Just out walking the dogs - and do they look happy.
Some dogs just don't know when to quit.
What's a river without a dog?
The dog is thinking, "Why don't you just jump over it?"
A woman's life