A little morning Chai, spilled on my bed. (Chai is his name)

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Sometimes you just have to try, anyway… Almost never comfortable when my camera is trained on him, I am astounded that he Did Not Move for Three bracketed frames I shot for this HDR rendition. Thank you, Chai!
So it's not Saturday, yet, but consider this a submission for the #Caturday theme.

A little morning Chai, spilled on my bed. (Chai is his name) Sometimes you just have to try, anyway… Almost never comfortable when my camera is trained on him, I am astounded that he Did Not Move for Three bracketed frames I shot for this HDR rendition. Thank you, Chai! So it’s not Saturday, yet, but consider this a submission for the #caturday theme.

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We photographers are explorers

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always parting the curtains, figuratively, to try to see the stagehands, if not the playwright.
In this case, as any good photojournalist would, I looked closer, and as any artist might, I applied my mark, in this stylization.
Such is the paradox of photography.. we are Simultaneously looking for the source, but cannot seem to find it without trying to change it. We hope, beyond all odds, that despite our stamp, maybe even by way of our stamp? we get a glimpse.
The further paradox is that when we have gotten the best glimpses, to date, we are very soon on the case, Again!
Originally, this was a view into a blossom of a rusty red and yellow chrysanthemum.
Forgive me.
Submitted for the theme, Floral Friday, curated by +Tamara Pruessner , +Kerry Murphy , +Kelli Seeger Kim  +FloralFriday  

We photographers are explorers.. always parting the curtains, figuratively, to try to see the stagehands, if not the playwright. In this case, as any good photojournalist would, I looked closer, and as any artist might, I applied my mark, in this stylization. Such is the paradox of photography.. we are Simultaneously looking for the source, but cannot seem to find it without trying to change it. We hope, beyond all odds, that despite our stamp, maybe even by way of our stamp? we get a glimpse. The further paradox is that when we have gotten the best glimpses, to date, we are very soon on the case, Again! Originally, this was a view into a blossom of a rusty red and yellow chrysanthemum. Forgive me.

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