Taylor is one of my longest friends, and when she proposed a photo safari to La Jolla, California, I jumped at the chance.
The beach this day was cold and windy, and the skies overcast. Taylor's a professional photographer (note the camera strap over her shoulder), so while she wandered around getting the perfect shot, I fumbled about taking selfies and dipping in-and-out of the camera manual, trying to figure out how to use my little Canon M-50.
Later, we stopped at La Jolla cove, where we were confronted with a distressing situation. The seal that we thought was just sleeping on the beach was actually badly wounded from a mating fight. Taylor roused the beach patrol while I got on the phone with Sea World Rescue, who quickly arrived to give medical care to the suffering animal.
A sobering end to our morning of frivolity.
And Let's Not Forget the Bad Dog
Sigh.
I left a garbage bag by the door while I rushed out to my classes this morning.
A few hours later, I returned to find this sad scene. That's Dapple cowering in front of the couch.
Never a dull moment.
