I convinced David to go back to see it. We went past the buggy and then I got out with my camera and waited by an intersection. As they were coming up to the intersection, I hit the off button instead of snapping the photo twice, cause I got so excited. (A friend told me this was the hand of God). However, they had to wait at the intersection and so I got to take these photos.
|With that intent look, who do you think is driving this buggy?|
|Photogenic, aren’t we?|
I wonder if the Amish would consider it vanity to have a picture of their dog (or horse for that matter)? Given this photo opportunity, would you have resisted the urge to take these shots? Why or why not?