Not the come here and look sweet kind. She basically does what she wants and I basically watch out for moments when she's totally at rest and comfortable. Then I hope the light's good and I come and capture a bit of her soul.
She's a quiet one. And not at all affected by her sudden rise to stardom in my flickr world. She speaks up only when she wants cuddles in the morning. Or if she wants to go out for a little while and view the world from the balcony.
She's family, you see.
She's family, you see.
What I love most about her are her eyes. They reflect light and color so well that images made of her come out real good. And her bland expression becomes cunning or sly or shy or (even) slightly mad when the camera takes a piece of who she is. And that makes me wonder... do I see more with the camera than I do with my naked eye when looking at her?
Still waters run deep. I think I'm capturing images of the undercurrent.