Actually, I have lots of problems. But my biggest problem is taking photos when I travel … photos of a particular species. And no, it isn’t humans.
When I was a senior at a Catholic high school, we had a massive project of designing and outlining our own religion. (Why? I’m not sure. To point out the similarities between made-up religions and Catholicism? It’s unclear.) My religion, of course, was none other than Dogma. The worship of dogs. (Why, yes, that did earn me a lot of teasing. Thanks for asking.)
So is it surprising then, that when I return from any given trip, my camera is chock-full of photos of dogs? “I don’t want to see a hundred pictures of dogs!” my mother yelled as I left for one such overseas trip.
“I’ll control myself!” I promised.
Well if I want to see pictures of dogs, my reasoning says, then there must be others out there equally interested in foreign canines! So, I give you: DOGS! Let’s start with Ireland today, shall we?