Seventeen Minutes To Midnight

Barley, a dog, stands alert in a lit window, peering into the darkness at the arriving photographer.

This photo is subject to a number of constraints, mostly the limits of digital zoom. Barley is quite a ways away, watching for our return on New Year’s Eve, and when the car pulled in, she sprang to her feet and stood, all stanced up as you see her here, until she knew for certain that we were actually coming into the house. We had been away for a few hours at a New Year’s gathering, but made out way home well in advance of midnight because Barley does not handle fireworks well. Hopefully, local ne’re-do-wells didn’t set off too many sky bombs while we were at the party, but we got back early enough that she hopefully didn’t have too rough a time.