Sometimes the best thing you see in the yard is the thing least likely to be there.
I took my friend Finch with me to the train layup deep in the East Bay last weekend to see about getting a shot I’d been thinking about in addition to my general need to be there once a week. She was a great sport, despite being promised an excursion to abandoned greenhouses that wound up having been torn down only very recently.
Arriving.
Leaving.
Ice cream probably didn’t hurt. Thanks Finch!