Have you ever been someplace and could not escape the feeling you were being watched?
On one particular trip I was on my customary early morning walkabout/shoot, venturing out into the small French village of Chenonceaux in the Loire Valley. It's a well-known wine region, and I thought the rising sun on the vines would be an interesting subject. It was cool and bright when I set out, getting pictures of the town and surrounding vineyards.
As I was shooting I got that feeling. Of being watched. After a few more minutes I paused, looking around to see if someone was there. It was then I noticed a black cat, sitting silently in the center of a row of vines. Just watching.
A few moments later it stood and sauntered away into the fields, apparently finding me not to be terribly interesting after all.
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