View from Turk Hill: the breeze, the sun, the pup

This is my favorite view off Turk Hill Road, relaxing next to my sweet grand-puppy German shepherd, Zara.

It's breezy, it's sunny, and Zara should be resting peacefully in the warm glow of my calming presence.
But no. The queen would rather chase sticks and balls and chew bark and patrol her yard and keep track of her humans.

There will be no rest.
Still, it's a beautiful view.

Canon 5D III Sigma 24-105mm F4 Art, 1/160 at f/22 ISO 250

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