First, I let the dogs out of their nightly imprisonment . . .
We're innocent, I tell you! INNOCENT!
Then, I snuck up on the ewes and got a peaceful photo of them before they opened their mouths to start yelling for corn . . .
Mercifully quiet . . . for the moment.
Next, I turned to the right to capture The Boys filing over, expressing their desire for grain . . .
"Maa" can be loosely translated to, "Gimme corn, fool!"
There were also cats milling around begging for food, but I didn't take a picture of them.
So, how do you start your mornings?
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My mornings are nowhere near as beautiful as yours. Although this morning I woke up to a dove cooing on my windowsill, and that was really nice. And then I remembered I had to get up and come to work, and there was great sadness in the land.
I usually wake up a few minutes before the alarm and snuggle with John. I'm ready in about 10 minutes, and we're out the door to catch the bus to the metro station. Before I know it, I'm at work where my 9 hour day feels more like 900. Why does time seem to stop when you're not having fun?
I begin most mornings by pressing the snooze button a few (hundred) times. Then I finally get out of bed, thinking about how late I am and how much I'd rather stay in bed. When I finally get to work, after driving behind what are always the slowest people EVER, I log in downstairs and slowly drag my ass up the stairs to my doom.
I would take that morning any day of the week. My morning's usually involve stumbling out of bed in excruciating pain and shuffling to physical therapy so I can actually move for the rest of the day.
Hopefully that will change soon and I can start to appreciate the dreary fog that settles over the area of CA where I live for the entire summer.
Damn, girls, this is some depressing shit. I'm sensing a theme of unhappy mornings in these comments so far . . .
Well, Kristin, you remember your cubicle days, so you know how it is.
It's so funny because I think of myself as a city girl but then I see pics like this and want to "go country." I guess it's the in between places that I can't stand. Ya know?
Oh yes, X, I know. But you can have your city and live vicariously in the country here. And this way, you don't have to worry about stepping in sheep shit. Win-win!
I wake up early, so I can work-out before work. What actually happens, though, is I wake up early and then don't work-out and end up watching the news or something until I have to start getting ready for work. For I am just that lame.
Also, I think you're going to have to fight me for the World's Worst Photographer title. I think I have it in the bag.
Wow i feel a bit better about my mornings. I usually just get up and stumble downstairs to feed my cat before climbing back upstairs and showering so i can wake up more. pack my things in my backpack and grab a can of soda to drink while driving to work. when i get to work the soda has worked it's magic and i greet people with a cheery good morning.
I think your fog photos turned out brilliantly!
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