One of my favorite pictures of my dog Farley (and believe me, there are plenty) is a shot taken from the ground looking up at him flying in a magnificent leap, legs stretched before him and behind him like wings guiding him through the air.
There is a spot in Burcham Park in Lawrence, near my house, where I thought we could recreate that picture for today's blog entry.
As far as dogs go, Farley is pretty good about working for a camera: he'll stay in almost any position, and faithfully (or at least grudgingly) do most anything I ask him to do.
And so I thought today's picture would be a breeze.
What I did not factor into the equation, however, was the effect that the warm summer sun (and indeed a lack of any kind of breeze) combined with Farley's black fur coat would have on his body temperature and corresponding energy level.
By the time I got my camera all propped up and ready to go, with temperatures creeping up into the mid-90s, Farley was about as willing to jump as an acrophobic skydiver without a parachute.
I managed to coax him into a few lethargic jumps, but in the end it seemed that the best way to capture the theme of this hot day was to take it straight from the horse's -- er, make that dog's -- mouth.
Mission somewhat accomplished, I packed up the camera and headed out with my faithful friend in search of air conditioning, vowing to return to take the "great leap" photo on another, cooler day.
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