Slowly, slowly, I’ve been winning this timid boy cat over …
Tonight, he was sitting there in the sun, on the couch. I saw the photograph of him, about the same time he saw me quietly lift the camera.
I had a split second, maybe 2, then he was gone.
I have since had to apologise to Mark, profusely …
I loved this cat but it seemed so confused ... wanting affection, and yet hissing when we tried to stroke it.
This was our last view of it. Sitting there, at the top of the stairs, watching us watching it.
A high of 34 celsius is expected here in Antwerp today. It started early and was already 29 when I biked to the supermarket at 9am. It's lovely, I'm not going to complain ... It's just very. very. hot. for this crowded little city with the massive European highway passing through it.
Thunderstorms should crash over us tonight or tomorrow, and a 10 degree drop in temperature is expected.
It's summer. It's like that. Sometimes we have one.
When I have time, the search for exhibition photographs goes on ... and along the way I find shots like this one, taken in Istanbul. It still makes me smile. I called it sardines.
We spent the day up at Fiona and Barry's, taking a few photographs, wanting to thank them for finding us Roadtrip Red Car.
I'm just at the start of organising but meet her cat ... he's a friendly wee thing.
In Madrid, beautiful people who love hard and laughed often, gathered from all over the world however ... weaving their feline way in and out of the wedding preparations were 4 incredibly special Spanish cats.
Nene was my nemesis. He had worked out he was the Alpha Creature to whom I should submit.
I was torn between stopping him from eating the flowers, arranged for the wedding reception tables, and well ... photographing him eating those flowers.
