These were taken Saturday morning, before I went to pick up Reggie. It was a foggy morning.
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| Yes, I know. No focal point. Nothing to draw the eye in. Just the woods. |
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| Nice shot of the gate! |
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| All the vegetation has died down along the creek leading to the lake. |
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| Tabby walking along a branch. |
OK, I have to set this next set of pictures up. It's hard to tell, but it's a bit of a steep hill leading down to the creek. So I stay up and let Bingo go down.
Except.
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| Usually when I give a tug on the leash, she comes back around. |
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| But she got stuck in the brush. |
I was teetering at the top as she was pulling on the leash. But I got a photo before going down to untangle her. I'm such a photo journalist. You're welcome.
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| Such a typical cat expression. A mixture of ennui and disdain. |
Back up the trail:
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| Looking across the lake. |
And back into the yard.
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