In the hands of a master journalist

I was standing around at the bluff the other day when a photojournalist came rushing up in search of subjects for a piece he was doing on dogs. 

This was not a completely disinterested reporter.  We are social acquaintances. 

Thus, I may be forgiven for assuming that if he wanted to interview a dog he'd focus on me.  I quickly tried to remember which side was my most photogenic. 

But to my chagrin, this reporter's attention and camera -- shot upon shot --  were directed at an unknown dog standing nearby.

 

I thought of crying foul, but the truth is that I respect this reporter too much.  I've worked with him before.  I know that he's the real thing.  He'll follow a story wherever it takes him.

He's a man of great integrity.  Actually, the fact that he rose above our connection made me respect him even more. 

So I stood by patiently while he captured Unknown Dog from every angle.  It gave me time to gather my thoughts and recollect that my right side is my noblest profile.

Finally, he shifted his attention to me. 

I turned slightly, to give him the good profile and my Blue Steel far-away gaze. 

 He captured my essence in a single shot.

Then he zoomed off, in pursuit of another promising lead.