Ate breakfast. Walked the dog. Margaret went off to have breakfast with a friend. Nothing left to do but to head for Old Town with a roll of Fomapan 100 in my Voigtländer Brilliant.
I asked if I might take a picture of this fine looking Scottish Deerhound. The owner agreed, but insisted the picture be made in the shade as she said he would not stand still on the sun drenched sidewalk. I would have preferred to picture him in motion as his gait was incredibly buoyant; it seemed he might suddenly float off the pavement.