Secret O' Life
I had another image up when I remembered that a wonderful friend (and a cracking photographer) lost his wingman this week. ( I thank you for the lovely compliments on that image ) Betty went everywhere the love of her life went. Through the forests of Mount Hood, along the rushing streams, to the deserts too. Betty never let a stranger near enough to her to touch her. She was a polite girl, though, and always offered her green tennis ball for a nice game of toss. She was never aggressive but she only had eyes for her best friend. I don't do a lot of selective coloring in my work, but Betty would not be Betty without her green ball. I hope there are lots of tennis balls in Heaven.
Secret O' Life
I had another image up when I remembered that a wonderful friend (and a cracking photographer) lost his wingman this week. ( I thank you for the lovely compliments on that image ) Betty went everywhere the love of her life went. Through the forests of Mount Hood, along the rushing streams, to the deserts too. Betty never let a stranger near enough to her to touch her. She was a polite girl, though, and always offered her green tennis ball for a nice game of toss. She was never aggressive but she only had eyes for her best friend. I don't do a lot of selective coloring in my work, but Betty would not be Betty without her green ball. I hope there are lots of tennis balls in Heaven.