The Bright Low Sun

Barley, a dog, sniffs at a grassy shrub crowded about on all sides by fallen autumn leaves. Her shadow is long despite the brightness of the sunshine.

Once again, it’s that time of year when the noonday sun often slips behind rooftops, or gets lost in the trees, and even at its most direct rays warm you more from the side than from above. Work has not been especially forgiving to my schedule during daylight hours, but I try to make sure Barley still gets her share of sunlight every day. Fingers crossed that next week we’ll be able to go about things at a much more leisurely pace.