Nuff said. These photographs of Oliver were made on a couple of recent evening walks on the local golf course. We usually head down to the course just before sunset, that way the golfers are either already finished playing or they’re making their way up the last couple of holes. The first and last show him right about the time he decided that he’d chased the tennis ball enough.
The cool, damp grass of the fairway must have felt awfully good to him, and in the waning twilight, the warm colors of his beautiful golden coat really popped. He recently paid a visit to the spa, and when I picked him up after his haircut and shampoo, I couldn’t believe how much he looked like a puppy again. In the photograph below, the sun had already gone down, and as the day started to cool off and transition to night, the remaining light bathed him in a subtle and quite lovely glow. Oliver… our handsome boy!