Late afternoon. Find your cat and lay down next to them. Kiss their little head. Close your eyes next to their furry little face. Drift into a dreamless sleep that is pure bliss. Awaken to screaming meows for dinner.
I like this photo of a bird I took last spring because of the way he is framed in the tree branches, and how fleeting and fragile the moment felt. I think it was on Fuji Superia or Portra 400, donβt remember
