Glamourshots

Barley, a dog, is photographed from the shoulders up in 3/4 profile.

I’m routinely struck by how strikingly, unpretentiously photogenic Barley is. No doubt, this cohost account has rewired my brain a bit to be on the lookout for photo opportunities, but as much I’m biased, I feel like Barley approaches some Platonic ideal for some Kind Of Dog. On the one hand, this makes the chain of happenstance that brought her and I together feel all the more unlikely (an illusion, of course, since everything in life is the exception and there is no rule); on the other hand, it makes her complete innocence, her constitutional inability to exhibit vanity, all the more endearing.