Raz has been ill, cowering under blankets. Fever of a hundred and five. I've clearly done something to anger the cat gods. With a little help from some antibiotics, he's slowly coming back to life ... walking around with his fur all on end (dehydration? got the chills? dunno) looking rather like a stuffed animal that's been through the wash.

He's cute this way, but I do wish he'd get better.
Some random photos I like, discovered via and/or stolen from
A Visual Junkie's Daily Fix:

by Mert Alas & Marcus Piggott for
W magazine

still from Ingmar Bergman's
Cries and Whispers

photographer also unknown ...
and by my new favorite photographer
(& creator of surrealist worlds)
Eugenio Recuenco:

happy Saturday .. off to a birthday party (not mine)
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