Two-Hundred and Thirty. The Forest for the Trees.

This area is along a stretch of highway near my family's acreage. It seems so plain and tree-y as you are driving by, but when you actually stop and take a look it's rather amazing.

Two-Hundred and Twenty-Nine. How He Says Goodbye.

Scoot is such a good boy. Whenever I come home he runs outside to the fence line and is all smiles and wags. But when I leave he gets this particular look on his face as if to say "Please don't go". He never wags or smiles when he knows I'm leaving, even when I try to get him to.

Two-Hundred and Twenty-Eight. The Tail's Tale.