She follows me around. Colleen swears…that this cat follows me. Remarkably, with every other colorful epithet that I throw about, she doesn’t curse. Hardly! I always did like her mom! Feather’s my cat. We all have our favorite. Or, rather they – the cats – favor us. There’s no doubt I am her human.
I should be doing a cat blog. They are my/our kids now. So, they (the cats) get a lot of photo ops. They cooperate. There’s one good shot after another. How many good cat shots do you need? I can get a good portrait. I’m working on action. Don’t laugh. I have a camera everywhere I sit. Behavior happens in an instant. You gotta be ready. I try.
Spooky! I was just shootin’ around. I try to take pics every day. There was nothing good going on. The subject and background were a mess. And then Patch yawned. Done.
Eyes. I could do better. Cleaner. Don’t be picky. It’s a challenge to get the boys to sit and pose. So, I scramble. Hey! It ain’t easy. I don’t speak cat. But the soul is in the eyes. Ya gotta love him! Have a great one cat day!
Colleen pointed out, only 4% of cats are pure white. Patch and Willow, twins, are pure white. How lucky is that?! They are so alike, I am at Colleen’s mercy to know who is who. Really!
This is gonna skeeve out some folks. Ha! It’s an actual word. Skeevy. We are clean folk; brush teeth, bathe every day…. Mealtime, well, the cats consider us “staff.” They gather. It’s not as though I can chase them off. It depends (on what’s for eats). Don’t laugh. Colleen keeps projects going… and mail, magazines, newspapers…oh bother! Why clean? You simply clear a cat, sit, eat, and hope they don’t swipe more than 10%. Indulgent? I would say so. Me? I’m good. Somewhere it says that germs are good for you. And, cats take up the empty space allotted.
Feather has allergies. What? (I/we) Don’t know the allergen. It was the pronouncement of the vet. You might never find out and she will have a rash forever. So far, he has been correct. We have eliminated whatever. No luck! Cortisone ointment? No luck there. Oral steroids? Works like a charm, it eases the rash tremendously. Her hair has not grown back. I wish. Maybe the hair would insulate Feather from the allergen? I have settled on bi-weekly treatment. Ha! I can get steroids. Human drugs work on cats too. There are long term side effects. But the rash, untreated, is pretty ugly. You are looking at a good day – no hair, hardly a rash. My cat does not willingly pose with her rash. Would you show your worst side?
“Prepper” Term used to describe those who store goods in anticipation of a disaster. I am a natural hoarder. I was never hungry as a child; we were solidly middle class. But, somewhere along the way from childhood, I got to feeling that I needed to have ample supplies on hand. It’s no wonder the first thing I was sure to stock was junk food. Man’s gotta eat.
A while back I had a post of the cameras I’m currently using. Musing, I was looking retrospectively and reflecting on how my taste and interest has changed and evolved. Succinctly put, it’s not the camera – it’s the photographer. You can make anything work. As a weekend carpenter I know that when you don’t have a hammer, a screwdriver will do. Reflecting on the Sony RX100 VI vs the Canon M6 Mark II: both are excellent cameras. The Sony has a greater electronic zoom. So, I can get close from far away. Telephoto! The Canon lets me zoom quickly. It’s manual adjustment. How quaint! Knowing the advantages and drawbacks, that’s my job. And so I try to reach for the right camera for the right job. Had the world not gone corona, we would have been looking at Scotland pics right about now. So many (trip) plans got changed. Hopefully, health remained unchanged.
I nearly neglected to photograph this behavior. Ray is a champ. But, in this case, Feather had her moment. Instinct? Feather has a beat up (stuffing gone) mouse toy. (No mice were actually harmed in the making of this post.) She was tossing it. I smiled and promptly missed a photo op. It’s hard to catch any of the cats at play. It occurs randomly and only for seconds. Great! I got her. She was so cooperative. She loves to play with that mouse. Why? Pure entertainment (for me)!
What do you do in the time of corona? We took to drinking. Alcohol. I don’t drink. Didn’t. …till now. Ha ha. I had some Scotch. Good Scotch … as in 15 year old Glenlivet. The good stuff. We brought it home from the source, Scotland. Samples really, they were the taste samples from the tour we took. Colleen doesn’t like the taste of Scotch. She prefers dark beer. I don’t like either. So, we did not bring any Scotch home. I wish we had. No matter. We mixed it with eggnog. Heresy?! No, palatable for me. Cheers!
On a slow day you take what you can get for photos. I’m reaching sometimes. But you gotta keep taking pictures even if you are in self quarantine. ?? It’s mohair being prepared as a warp. (If you weave, that makes perfect sense. I don’t (weave)).
It’s come to this. Living room.
noun: a room in a house for general and informal everyday use.
“the apartment has a comfy living room with sofas, chairs, TV, and dining table”
Looms. Spinning wheels. Etc. The room has no room to turn around. We have a studio… for looms, and, it’s full. And, the bedroom? My bed has a loom. And, a cat. I guess we’re sleeping out tonight.
Me? I photograph. Even if I am sheltering in place, I’m still photographing. There was an article on not sharing your camera – germs. Ha! The cats? No one else would use my stuff. It’s like toothbrushes. Not really, but, it’s akin to my sitting down to loom (weave) on Colleen’s devices. Once upon a time I said that about spinning…. Rainy days bring out color saturation. Out of the box the image of forsythia can easily be enhanced. I chose to show you what the camera gave me. There are lots of cat portraits. I shoot the cats because they are available, though not necessarily willing. And, when you get it (a good shot) you know it. There are just so many good ones and so few posts.
I’m about two months ahead – my post today was composed March 21. So, by now, the world has changed. Corona. Gripping. Colleen has been consumed. Me too. I hope you made it through. To the many and few readers, I hope you are all safe. I wonder whether I/we shall be too? This one is the apocalypse. I have been through events in my lifetime – Kennedy assassination to 9/11 and more. This time we are part of the news no matter where we have sheltered. I wonder to see how this has all changed two months from now. From where I sit there’s no good news today. Two months on?
Life with corona is different. Patch had a vet appointment. He needed blood drawn. First, he hates the car. And he promptly emptied his bladder while he was in the car. Great! He peed! We were prepared. He’s done it before. That’s not different. What is? This was a contactless visit to the vet. Someone came and took the crate and returned it after Patch was examined and tested. Colleen paid the bill over her cellphone via credit card. The bad news? I never knew what it cost for vet visits. Cash! It’s robbery. No wonder Colleen always handled payments without me knowing anything. And I was glad to be fat, dumb, and happy… till now. Don’t laugh, I never knew what school tuition was for either of my kids. Patch? He needed this visit. His feelings are clear enough. I think I just got the “evil eye.”
I guess it would be appropriate to post one more today. We’ve been housebound since mid-March. And for the first time I have gotten over the hump. Our refrigerator magnet display has nary an inch of empty space. So too was our fridge. A lot of leftovers went in order to make room. I admit to conspicuous consumption. Or, have I finally realized that there is a new normal and that I have way too many unopened packages of TP? Look! There’s space in the fridge. (Don’t judge what we eat please.) There’s plenty of food lying about. Still, this is the first time our fridge has space. Did I (it’s on me) turn the corner on anxiety? …just as the beaches open/opened. Punchline: I just made (gluten free) lasagna in bulk. Six more containers went in. Comfort food. Two – count ‘em – two big containers of popcorn sit to the side. A guilty pleasure, almost nightly consumed, I still buy like there’s no tomorrow. I think I am less worse. Crazy? … define nuts?
Late 2018, the (new) bookcase was in construction (by me). Hence, the cat litter boxes were the spacers holding up the first shelf. Colleen had a triangle loom and had just taken a piece from it, the shawl. …pretty talented group of folks at our house.
And Nutley? (That’s the cat.) He can balance on the edge of a chair or walk the banister without falling. He’s still with us. Lucky or nine lives?
There’s a problem posting a vertical pic alone. It’s just disproportionate to the page. So, I don’t too often (post verticals). Pairing! Yup, I tend to pair a horizontal pic and it’s more pleasing in the layout. It’s spring! Time for crocuses. It’s stark bright spring light. It makes me feel “spring.” Elle? She’s our shy cat. She’s wary and generally hiding in a safe strategic spot ready to bolt to safety. She trusts me to let me shoot a pic. Otherwise, I never get too close. She doesn’t trust me that much.
“Eyes are the window to the soul.” Cats don’t talk. They really don’t show much emotion. They interact with me. And, sometimes I will swear they emote. A good portrait will show expression. The viewer connects by looking into the subject’s eyes. It works with cats too. Nutley is so expressive, you just want to hug him. Uh huh.
There’s a TV ad for a credit card that asks, “What’s in your (bookcase)?” Lately, they have been making a big deal out of what’s in the bookcase of celebrities as they are interviewed during Covid19. I’ve been peering at backgrounds for a long while before this. What I can say is that backgrounds are indeed distracting. Meanwhile, it’s a rare moment when our bookcase is displayed in a tidy room… medical books, cook books, Photoshop skill books, weaving books…and some arts and crafts, so as to make the bookcase look uncrowded. There, you got it. No great authors and no great insight. Usually, I have a cat or other subject in the foreground. And, as I said, it’s rarely neat. Hey, this is work in progress!
While, I on the topic, there are people who won’t drink Corona beer any more. Republicans? Dumb asses? Corona can counter that its beer (alcohol) counteracts the virus. After all it’s (alcohol) is in hand sanitizer. And, consuming disinfectant (our fearless leader says it’s so!!) would kill the virus within us!!! Oh yeah!!!
DISCLAIMER: Consumption of disinfectant will kill your dumb ass!
Titles? I’m not ashamed to say we don’t have best sellers.
I followed a recipe. Colleen got a hankering for jar peppers – on a hamburger. Not just any, but a “Giovanni?” That’s what she called it. Butter toasted bun, large juicy burger, cheese, onions, and these jar peppers. It’s obviously too high to get in single bite. Heaven! Pardon the mess. The look of bliss… priceless! I guess I’m good to follow some instructions…and very happy to make someone happy.
… and forgiveness. Willow doesn’t talk to me. Why?? He’s a cat! He communicates and I succumb when he sits by the sink endlessly and begs for wet food. Yes, he gets me to do his bidding every time. I had a bit of fun at his expense.
Colleen has since forgiven me. (He’s her favorite.) And, I think Willow forgave me too. Really! I’m here writing this post. 🙂
Ray (and Nutley) sits staring at the/behind the corner hutch. He’s lost his mouse (toy) again. How? Hmmm? There’s just a small space/crack to squeeze something into that spot. But… as all good humans, I dutifully moved that heavy cabinet and lo and behold…! There were more than a dozen assorted cat toys including yarn, mice, fish, and balls. Curious cats, they were all over me as I got their possessions back. Thankful? Nope, moments later Ray lay there on his back trying to put the toys behind the cabinet. Why? He was hiding them again. Oh my! My bad! I neglected to think like a cat.
It’s almost perfect. Not quite. There’s some problem with the focus. I’m not dead on with the eyes. Photoshop? Sharpen. Sure. But does it get unnatural? Okay okay, I’m strictly amateur to what can be done in Photoshop. Lightroom works. It’s fast. That’s my main reason to use it. I’m lazy. It comes out of the camera pretty perfect or I move on. But, I do have some skill. Before and after or otherwise, your guess. Hint: There is a difference.
Get in close. I have been both ways – wide angle and telephoto. Nowadays, it’s simple to do both in camera at the same time. I don’t. There’s no reason not to do so. I shoot multiples. But, I also try for a good in the camera shot. It’s just practice and experimentation as you go. My secret is to always zoom in a little closer… after I compose the image. I found that my editing tended toward a little more cropping during post processing. So, I shortcutted the middle man. Yeah, pros and cons, but, I find that there is a bit less work and I am happy with my results. Along with each “good” image there are (others) mistakes and “almost” shots. Multiples, I still shoot multiples; it means less disappointment when one image is slightly out of focus. What should you do? Whatever. I do as I please and hope for the best. Ha! Which cat? Nutley or Ray? … or one each, both. Ha, again, dunno, no clue. 🙂