Quantum

Inside my head, working on the novel, still, after all this time. Trying to actually plot story and character arcs. I think if I can go through it over a few more times, a kind of quantum jump of internalized knowledge will break through, like muscle memory in a dance.

Moby enjoying chasing rope, these days, and the low sun that beams in for him. He leans on his leaning post. At night, my ankles do well.

Sometimes, when I make enough photos, an unexpected moment is recorded. Like a dozen of Moby, in one he stretches out his claws, his tail curls, then he goes back to napping.