Glory Days

I really love this picture - coming down off the mountain at the end of the day, shoulders down - not from the weight of the game bag, but from its lightness. The latter light of the day chasing us back to the truck, shadows lengthening. The dog, nose into the wind, wistfully staring back whence we came - surely there must be more birds yet before the truck, he thinks. A long day in the boots, but there is still not much afoot or afloat that beats this life. Glory days.