" Cat watched Travis with open appreciation, planning how to take a picture that would capture both his animal grace and his intense intelligence. Sidelight, surely. Or perhaps illumination from below as she panned her camera with his movements, freezing him against a blurred background.
“Wake up,” he said, opening the passenger door and piling stuff in the backseat. “Or do you want me to drive?”
“I’m awake,” she said vaguely, balancing angles and lighting in her mind.
“Convince me.”
“I was wondering whether to shoot you in sidelight or up from below, to freeze you against a blurred background or to do a close-up.”
“What did you decide?” Travis asked as he slid into the passenger seat.
A slow smile curved Cat’s lips. “To shoot you and then have you stuffed.”
He snickered. “Sounds painful.”
“Nope. I know a great taxidermist. "

― Elizabeth Lowell , To the Ends of the Earth