Eighth of Eight
Making the rounds of diaries today I stumbled upon Covert Ops’ entry today. She went to her photo files, selected the eighth file, and then selected the eighth photo in the file and posted it. She then went on to challenge eight additional people to do the same. I was curious what picture that would lead me to in my own files, so I dove in and found this:
I was taking pictures of the Little Brown Shit on the sofa in the living room. I liked the way the late afternoon light, softened by the snow storm outside, highlighted LBrS’s fur, and I liked the way she blended in to the throw on the sofa. This was never intended to be one of my print shots because the cat moved just as I was taking the picture, causing the image to blur and soften. I liked the effect though, so I kept it, never intending to do anything with it.
I must have hundreds of pictures like this; I can bring myself to delete them but they are hardly worthy of the electrons it takes to save them. Still, they make nice memories for me. LBrS on the sofa while the snow storm rages round us.
How about Four-O’clocks?
It was a very fun suggestion that Covert Ops made and I enjoyed the experiment, too! Nice cat photo, btw.
She looks like my cat, Emilee Marie Cuddles, who passed away November 14, 2006. Your little girl is beautiful in this picture.