The damn timer outrun me - I was trying to get the gloves on in time for the shot.
Beaten by a camera. The burning shame!
Bah. Yesterday, my sister asked me to take pictures of her because she knows I make good portraits, and some of the best are when she's distracted by something she's holding. (Or when I told her to think about her favourite romantic scene. Or when she's petting her cat - a clone of
captcalhoun's cat, by the way.) If you're wondering, she looks like Jodie Foster, with chestnut hair and brown eyes.