In the sleet

Sheamus broke a claw yesterday. Other dogs might have ignored it, but, being a greyhound, he was certain it was killing him. I took the car to work so that he didn't have to walk. This went against my militantly green tendencies but the dog is more important than my conscience. By this evening he had miraculously recovered and was quite delighted to go out for a walk in the sleet.

Armed with my trusty new tripod I hoped to find something to blip in the park. Sheamus once more was my subject; he's like one of those actors who always seems to command the stage even with a walk-on bit part as the third spear-carrier from the right.

My artistic director, Emily, and I spent some time choosing the photo, editing and tarting-up in various ways. I'm not even quite sure if Emily was satisfied with this choice.

Still having fun with this!