Heckled, no. Chided, possibly. Forced, certainly not. I have been getting some flack about the lack of me in my photos of work, play and nonsense on the farm.
It is not because I am camera shy, although it is not my favorite past time. It is more because I am running the camera on most occasions and turning the lens on myself gives outcomes that are… well, simply gruesome.
So for those who have gently reminded me, here is a picture.
This is after the day of backpacking loads of trees from the drop off sight to the area where the seedlings will be planted.
Here you see me in my glory. Cold feet, drenched with sweat beneath rain gear, gloves soaked from melting snow and Butler the dog being a media hound.
It felt good to get off the hill and into a hot shower after a successful romp in the woods.
beautiful!