The Observer

“He looked like we were interlopers.”

I was at a BBQ with close friends, Fuji X100F in hand. The kind of gathering where nothing needs staging, and every photo comes easy. As the sun dipped low, music drifted across the garden and we talked about nothing in particular, just the kind of randomness that feels like everything.

Then I saw him. Watching us through the glass with that unimpressed stare, like we’d crashed his quiet evening. Classic cat, aloof, superior, and entirely convinced the house belonged to him and not the humans. A moment with no pressure. No posing. Just presence. And that’s exactly why I love shooting like this.