i'm fascinated how time can slow down and expand even while fleeting. it's not just that i have to take pictures all the time to record things, it's that i need to see if i can slow time down to see what happens too quickly to see. see?—for the images to correlate to the speed of fleeting feeling that might leave a residue in mind that adheres to the pictures. the pictures are in the mind, and the camera retrieves, to slow down the images and open up time—headlong, free falling time (now pandemic time). i'm fascinated to see what the record shows. izzy was getting comfortable socially before the pandemic hit, and since has regressed in quarantine. mister was soul calm izzy calmed too, but when i reached for her she shrugged out of her prong collar like it was nothing and went into the fortunately almost empty pandemic sunday street. they herded her back and harnessed her and as they walked off she kept looking back.it was fine until i reached for her, she was fine with mister, and the camera, and i will next time observe and if she comes to me, that will be fine.