
Lake at dusk
Winter and Elli at the lake at dusk, looking out over the water.
Dispatches
Every dispatch, newest first. Places stay vague on purpose.

Winter is in the foreground. Elli is in the background licking her lips.

Winter in the forest.

Elli at the tree. Squirrels remain elusive.

It was hot today.

Winter and Elli at the water’s edge, watching the swans drift past.

Winter and Elli on the rocks above the marsh at golden hour, watching the estuary go still.

Winter at golden hour on the Atlantic, salt wind and open beach.

Elli running flat out, the whole beach ahead of her. This is what she lives for.

Winter and Elli asleep, tangled together, breathing slow.

Winter and Elli on the forest path as the day turns to dusk.

Winter in the forest. Dappled light, the smell of pine, the path ahead.

Winter upside down with her ball, belly out, no apologies.

Elli at the cliff edge, watching the Atlantic.

Winter and Elli take a rest day on the patio in the afternoon light.

Winter on the viewing platform, the wind up and the view wide open.

Winter on the alpine rocks, snow on the peaks. New Year’s Day up high.