I took this picture out the studio window this morning. And how ever it happened, the light somehow erased the the view out the right pane. Taking pictures is such a great tool to imagine with. Extra eyes.
In simpler times, though, I used to draw. To catch a moment.
And still there are those moments when you only have your regular old eyes, and heart, and memory. To catch an early morning moment when a certain cat that you've loved and cared for finally pays back a favor. Just like that, he takes care of you back. We've crossed over into touching. And he is so soft.