We lost Truffles this week. He was our sweet springer spaniel, a two year old heart in a 13 year old body. Feisty and sweet, easy going and fierce. Our cats are sleeping on the dog bed, waiting for him to come by to snuggle, and our golden is running upstairs to find him (and then promptly forgetting about it and bringing down a shoe instead). I’ll miss him on the cold winter days when he’s not there to warm my feet under the desk. Rest in peace old friend, and don’t chase too many squirrels.
My wife and I try to get into the mountains as often as we can, and aren’t about to let a little weather get in the way. This past week, we went up to Estes Park, and woke up to 14 inches of new termination dust on the ground – summer is truly over up there (and it’s not all that much higher than my house).
The trip was my chance to try out my new D850 and start getting to know it. The resolution and capabilities are amazing (as are the file sizes – this one is a 600MB DNG), but it’ll take a lot more shooting incredible scenes to get really comfortable with it. Darn, we’ll just have to go up in the mountains again.