One of the things I love about Greyhounds is the muscle and bone. It’s right there. Underneath their thin skins.
As Winchester lay in the sun, I photographed him with my new macro lens. His feet remind me of the Badlands of North Dakota. He is a landscape.
Mountain.
Valley.
Strange surfaces like parched and cracked dirt where water once was.
Wacky third eyelids… Okay that’s not a landscape thing. But check out his wacky third eyelid!
