Every evening, after the barn chores are done and just as it's getting dusky, Don and I take Lydia walking in the pasture. It's nice to be able to just unleash her and let her run.
Last night, though, she disappeared. That's the problem with having a white dog on a white field: camouflage.
Can you see her? (Neither could we.)
How about now? (Bottom center.)
Consider this series, where she emerges from blending into the background as she ran toward us (if you flit your eyes down the photos quickly enough, maybe it will look like a movie):
The frozen-foggy days of winter are upon us, and Lydia couldn't be happier about it.