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Superbloom again

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It’s been a good spring. We caught another superbloom. This time it was a field of yellow. It was not advertised so the only one to be there with me was Colleen and the veterinary tech at the vet office. The twins were in for shots.

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Ray has been shaking his head. “Can you check his ears?” The vet took a swab. No ear mites. But there is bacteria and yeast. Treatment? Ok. I don’t know what it cost – plausible deniability. I was a surgeon. We wore gloves for surgery. There is bacteria on your skin. That would be a fact. And mold forms on food left in the fridge too long. So let me ask. Do you think there might be bacteria and yeast in a cat’s ear? I feel like a pediatrician who appeases the parent by prescribing an antibiotic for a viral cold. Not me. It was Colleen who asked the question.

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Going

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My cats are smart. Aren’t they all? They know when we are headed out. In fact, Patch is positively frantic when the suitcase comes out of the closet. I’m told that dogs (maybe cats?) have no sense of time. They sure know when something is about to happen. I whistle and they come to the door in order to go out on the deck. Everyone was gathered. Maybe it was coincidental? I think not. Yes. We miss them when we travel. And they miss us.


Cat count

 

Feather is one smart cat. She learned very early how to depress a door handle and spring the door open. Lately the door to our deck has been her project. Unless I lock the door, she is likely to have a go. I forget sometimes. Today I was photographing the cardinals at my bird-feeder. Suddenly the birds took off. I glanced to the deck and saw the reason. Feather was there beneath the feeder hoping to catch a bird. Loose! She was loose! Darn! Make that worse. Three other cats were out as well. And two had made a jailbreak down the stairs to the yard below. Willow, pictured in the photo of the deck, likes to jump to the rail. I have a gate; it was down because of the wind. And, Patch and Ray were on the loose. Ray, at least knows the drill. He trotted up the stairs. Patch was out in the yard. Not good! We got them all back. Can you count to seven? We did it twice. Everyone is safe and sound. I am working on my penance for leaving the door unlocked. And there is no photo to commemorate the action. I was too busy herding cats at that moment.

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Portrait

I saw a poster in the pet shop offering to shoot cat portraits. Ha ha! Animals are not easy to photograph. You cannot talk to them and expect compliance. Cats do as they please. Mine are resigned. It was like that with my kids too. Let dad take his pictures and then maybe he will go away. My cats take no offence with my photos. Elle would run at the sight of a camera when we first met. Now she sits patiently. No harm no foul. I would like to do a portrait for you.


Catnip

Catnip. I’ve not paid much attention to it. We grew it in the container garden. The cats mostly ignored it. I guess that once you dry it, it becomes potent, kind of like potatoes are nothing till it’s vodka. Gather around, gnaw, paw, and claw. Eat catnip and be merry. It drew them like a moth to a candle. Five anyway, the other two were aloof for reasons unknown. Eventually, everyone did have a go. Cat stupor.


Aw…

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Here’s a thought about wide angle vs close-up. Close-up forces the viewer to see what the photographer is looing at. And wide angle allows the viewer to come to the detail on his own. Subtlety is not one of my strong points. I suppose it is why I am more technical and less art. It’s still “aw” but I like to leave less to chance. It’s a choice.


Liberated

My recent experience at the museum listening to the art/photography critic tell me anything goes, has liberated my thinking. Hmmm…. am I repeating myself? A photograph, any photograph may be awful. But, perhaps in the eye of the beholder, it is not at all – bad. Break the rules, Break the conventions. Why not? Anything is fair game. I got five of my seven cats in one photo. No matter that one is cutoff and you don’t see the face. It’s blurred and out of focus. Slice of life – one cat is looking at me. What is it thinking? What was I thinking. I was thinking that there were five cats in proximity and tha,  somehow, I might get a picture with all of them together. I like to dream too. Tomorrow, I will wake up and take regular pictures again. Ha!


How do you sleep?

Periodically, I go around the house and shoot the cats. No! Not literally. I take pictures of the cats that I can find. This time around they had their arms extended. I sleep that way too! Sometimes. There are so many traits we have in common. Or, have they learned and emulate me because they have seen me sleep?


Cat TV

By the time I get this post out, it will be winter into spring. Ha ha! We got a bird feeder. And now my cats gather to watch. They are mesmerized. They stare, sometimes in pairs, sometimes singly. The birds don’t mind. They are hungry and protected by the glass panes. No squirrels allowed! One finally found the feeder, made an attempt to eat, and then bounded away never to be seen again. The anti-squirrel cage works… for now. Why not feed the squirrels? We do it at the park. They are rodents in the rat and mouse family. At the house no! In the park, maybe?


More fun in black and white II

 

I have two point and shoot cameras. I lamented that the Sony RX100M6 has a series of screens to maneuver before you change the setting to Black and White. It means you cannot toggle to color easily. The Canon G7X has a way to toggle relatively easier. Or, just keep one camera for color and the other for black and white. I’m still playing. It’s good to experiment. My cat, Feather, agreed to pose. She’s not patient. It’s another work in progress. I learned that focus is critical. And depth of field… yawn. I’m still wishing my cameras could change as fast as I think of something else to try.