Not totally faithful to the intent of Camera Critters but well within the precepts of Shadow Shot Sunday, we have here one critter three times, and one tiny tree once.
The tree is so small it could easily be someone’s pet. The critter, on the other hand, is a properly pampered pet.
She belongs to me and the big old guy with the white hair, but when he’s not here, she’s mine, all mine. I get all the doggy kisses and furry cuddles; I get to take her for walks and car rides; I get to spoil her with treats. It’s wonderful.
I love the big old guy, too, but not as much as Lindy does, I’m sure. She adores her daddy and is only peripherally fond of her mom. Poor me.
We went walking one beautiful day this week, when the sun was high overhead and I forgot to wear my hat or to take Lindy's water bottle with me, but I did remember my camera. So we'd walk a little bit, then I'd try to get Lindy to pose.I wasn't always successful. Her curls are somewhat out of focus in the first shot, but you can see her shadow, and mine. When she did deign to pose, her patient expression clearly said, "Oh, Mom, must you?"
But look, if you look closely at the yellow leaf behind her, you can its shadow, too. Too for one. Uh, two for one.
In the third picture, Lindy was getting warm. We had already stopped several times for photography practice and still hadn't gone a full two blocks from home, but a drop of moisture made its own shadow hanging from the end of the shadow of her tongue.
We walked some more, having to detour around a few blocks the town workers have closed off for their own purposes. Then, on the final leg of our walk we were coming down our back lane when I saw this little Blue Spruce tree. It's perhaps 2 feet (61 cm) high now, and I've been watching it since it was a 6-inch (15 cm) seedling. It casts its own little tree-shadow amongst the seedy daffodils. Too cute.
I just have to include the final photo, in which, yes, you can find shadows and also a large Blue Spruce tree, but that's not why it's here. It's here because I got so excited when I discovered our neighbor had installed solar panels on his roof.
One would suppose solar panels would be a common sight here in southern Alberta, considered by most experts to be the sunniest part of Canada, but one would suppose erroneously. Alberta is oil-rich and common-sense-poor, in my opinion, preferring to squeeze oil out of the tar-sands in the north rather than urge the use of solar power in the sunny south.
Did I say "sigh" yet?