Snow

When I went outside to photograph the snowfall, my dog followed.  She was so intent on following me outside that she forgot that she's too short to walk in the snow, and afraid of being wet.  She looked lost for a moment, so I asked her to sit.  Sophie isn't very good at sitting still, and though she listened to me and stayed on the porch while I took her picture, she couldn't help but move her head every which way.  It's hard to tell if she was more curious about the snow, or just needed to have a part of her moving.  Regardless, what I love about this picture is how in profile she is, as well as how the snow is landing on her face.  The snow, I think, moves this from a "cute dog picture" belonging in a family album to a picture I'm comfortable sharing.