She feels his eyes on her. She is aware of the time she’s taking as she rushes to comply. She doesn’t like to leave her clothes in a heap nor does she want to keep him waiting, so she compromises, quickly folding and stacking the garments in such a way that they look tidy but will still come out wrinkled.
“Sit,” he says, pointing to the sheepskin.
She lowers herself delicately and settles, clasping her arms around her knees, which she has kept demurely up. She awaits his next order.
He eases himself into the leather armchair, picks up a book from the side table and begins to read.
She looks towards his chair, monitoring his every movement in her peripheral vision. After a few minutes, she shifts. The floor is no more comfortable than it was, but it is becoming more familiar.
He senses her movement from over the top edge of the book. He makes a point of turning the pages at regular, credible intervals. Time passes.
She leans against the trunk, stretches her legs out, takes up space as if to say, “I’m waiting.”
This month’s theme is “reshoot”. The original photo (my October 2015 theme photo) was taken in the evening in poor light on full auto, so it ended up grainy. I had the camera balanced on my knees and I held my breath.
I’ve since figured out how to set the ISO on my little point and shoot to avoid graininess, though I’m not sure how much sharper it actually looks online. Oh well, I can see a difference and that makes me happy. Also, I now have a full-sized tripod so I’m no longer limited floor- or furniture-height shots (or knee-height shots, for that matter).
It amused me to try to mimic the original pose, and I flipped the photo to get the mirror image without the mirror. Also, now that my hands weren’t busy with the camera they could appear in frame.
When I take photos, I play around with poses that I hope will work out well. Sometimes they do and sometimes they don’t. Being both the photographer and the subject, I don’t have a great deal of control when creating the image because I can’t see what the camera sees when the shutter clicks, so I don’t bother planning too much. I just collect some images to work with and see which ones, if any, appeal.
This one ended up out of focus but I loved the pose too much not to use it.
Black and white, slightly out of focus? This puts me in mind of a surveillance photo. So what was the observer looking for, and what did he see?
A voice – belonging to the subject of interest, who remains tantalizingly out of frame: “Over the trunk now, love. There’s a good girl.”
My feet get cold easily, so socks are absolutely mandatory during the colder months. Nothing against socks as a concept, but I don’t love wearing them. As soon as it’s warm enough, I delight in going sockless. I’m not sure why, exactly. Perhaps I feel more grounded. I do like being able to pick things up with my toes, though there’s not usually much call for that particular talent.
As the weather turns cooler and the leaves fall, my simple pleasure is the last few days of going barefoot.
I think being able to take pleasure in the simple things is a tremendous skill.