Labradors [are] lousy watchdogs. They usually bark when there is a stranger about, but it is an expression of unmitigated joy at the chance to meet somebody new, not a warning.
Norman Strung
January 26 | 3:23 p.m.

Canon 50d | 1/800 | f5.6 | ISO 1250 | 300mm
I hate writing bios. I just want to quickly say, “Enough about me, already! What about you?” Oh alas and alright already. Here’s the deal: I dance. A lot. But only in my kitchen and usually with my kids. And boy oh boy, do I get funky with it. I love cookies. Wait, no. I love cookie dough. I think I sing better than my husband or oldest son think I do. Laughing is my favorite. When I see joy, I know I’ve already to gone to Heaven and my heart seriously leaps into my throat. I don’t cry at really sad movies, but my throat hurts for a week after because I’ve held it all in. But a sunset will make me cry in a split second. I seriously hate being tickled for fear of peeing my pants. I’m stronger than I think I am, and three more things? I always wanted to a hip-hop dancer, a blues singer, and a photographer. One out of three ain’t bad, my friends. Seriously living the dream, here.
