I left veterinary medicine about five years ago.  Shortly after that, I started volunteering as a photographer with my local humane society.  You've seen my photos interspersed on this blog and on my IG.  I think I'm okay at it - at least better than the iPhone photos they take at intake.  Anyways, it was important to me at the time to keep my hand involved somehow with animals.  And I love photography and this experience has undoubtedly improved my skills with a camera.

But now I'm wondering if my volunteering has run its course.  Hard thoughts about this, because I love it and I feel like it has a purpose, but I've lost the sense of gratification.  Both in the sense of my intrinsic motivation and in their appreciation of my time and effort.  For now, I've told them that I'm cutting my hours - no longer weekly, maybe once or a twice a month.

In that theme, I took my old Rebel out to the barn the other day.  I'm not sure what prompted me.  Sunlight?  Extra hours in the day?  But here are some photos from the little pasture shoot of the geldings and Archie.

Someone gets jealous.