I have to confess that I don't always feel like walking my dog. There are times in the morning when I'd rather get a little more sleep, or in the afternoon when I'd rather retire to my studio and recover from a day at work than head out for a walk. Once I'm in motion though, and once Bica is bouncing along next to me, full of joy just for being outdoors - once we've begun, I almost always revise my opinion. And that's a good thing, because it it weren't for our walks, I think I'd miss out on more than half the sights I see that eventually turn themselves into paintings. Like this one.