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You wouldn't know the cat was there unless I told you. Tresspassing... perched in the shadow, black and alert, small but so powerful, generating all of the energy in the scene. The man, with so much work ahead of him is consumed with the cat's presence. He just wants to chase that cat. The Title implies this is an every day game they play. The chickens seem oblivious. I like the warmth of the light, and especially the bouys, hanging like ripe red fruit. |
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