We don’t use our front porch or our back porch as ports of entry.
Our side porch faces our garage, our outside parking, and our chicken house. So we use it.
If you stand at the north side, here’s what you might see:
looking northwest, kinda toward Woodburn
And at the south corner you might still find these:
Fuschias: looking fake; being real
While I was shooting, another of God’s creatures came, harvesting:
bee, breakfasting (I suppose)
Speaking of creatures, if you continue east from our side porch, you end up in the barnyard and its surrounding pasture area:
landlord’s steeds sup
same subjects, different angle
While I was shooting the broad side of the barn and the landlord’s cavalry, some of his many bovines munched their raw supper behind me.
So I turned to capture (on “film” only, OK?) the closest. As I fired off the shot, our dog Tyke stepped into the field of fire (he didn’t feel a thing):
Lesson: If you step into a picture unexpectedly, you may not be in focus.