I got several shots of my darling with this same look on her face. In her imaginary game, she would get into position inside the limbs of the old tree that once held a treehouse. She would yell, "Hold On," several times in a really growly voice then run like the wind down the hill yelling, "down the hill!" She talked to me and herself all through these precedures and I finally found out the sawed tree trunk was a horse.
|camera||Canon PowerShot SX10 IS|
|exposure mode||full manual|