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On the left, we have the miracle of foreshortening. It looks like Domino is investigating a rose about twice the size of her head, but the rose is actually a couple of feet in front of her. What she’s really looking at is probably some invisible dust mote in the cat dimension. On the right, we have the miracle of bad framing. As usual, I focused on Inkblot’s eyes and then forgot to reframe the shot, cutting him off at his knees. Or whatever passes for knees on a cat. Still, it’s sort of a cool picture. It’s amazing how a few blurry leaves in the foreground can make it look like Inkblot is in the middle of the Amazon rain forest, isn’t it?
