Life in the Day of

You can spend a lifetime carefully posing lens or pushing pen to tell loved ones how life is.

Then some offhand shots catch it in one.

I'd been grubbing and groaning on the land and treated m'self to beer and nuts and a chaser side-shot of the hard stuff, plus a jingle on nylon-strung, and up came Sam to listen.

I have *no* command over animals, but Sam seems to think I'm The Man.

When I told him, either move out of frame or make like you're some obedient killer hound, he went for the vanity shot.

He's not allowed in the house; he doesn't go outside the gates.

When I trim the border shrubbery, he sits there and then gets bored and retires out of sight to some shady grove just by the gateposts.