Flashes of Panic

One of the rewarding things about most pets is an increase in the number of creatures who care where you are and what you’re doing. If one of us is home late or otherwise off the routine, or even if we’re just out on a run, Iz frequently stakes out the front door by sitting on his pedestal and gazing through the oversized window to the front porch. Last night, as he waited for A to return from her track meet, I took a long exposure.