It was early, and the chance of a good sunrise compelled me to load up the car and drive to the west side of the lake. Our Golden Retriever, Barley, was eager to ride along in hopes of a morning swim. At the lake, Barley raced to the water's edge and looked back over his shoulder, dancing in place until I threw a stick for him to retrieve. It's generally a good arrangement; he gets a few retrieves, and I get a few pictures. When the sun started to make its appearance and I set up to take some shots, Barley moved right in the way of my photo. Irritated at first, I started to call him off, when I caught myself, realizing that was the shot. We donâ€™t always get what weâ€™re looking for. Sometimes we get more.