They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow; The dogs have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow. Who shall gather the smoke of the dead wood burning, Or behold the flying hounds from the Sea returning?
I would love to get a shot of Max outlined against the light... but he is rarely actually visible, nearly always to be found in a bush. Occasionally with his tail poking out.
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I would love to get a shot of Max outlined against the light... but he is rarely actually visible, nearly always to be found in a bush. Occasionally with his tail poking out.
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