Q, our rambunctious cat, usually ends up being a blur in most of my photos. It’s rare that I can get him to stay still long enough to take a shot without flash. With flash, his eyes are giant red lasers that pierce into the soul. Scary.
During this impromptu photoshoot, Q was perched on a dining room chair. I pointed the lens toward him and click, click, click. He moved his head around for a few seconds, resulting in the usual blur. Then, miraculously, he stopped and stared at me as if to say, “Alright. Take the damn picture already so I can get back to ignoring you.”