So little time, too many images, I would post one… but who can choose? It’s like your kids. You like them all… equally. Well, no, but, you must get my point. Pick? That’s editing. I edit by gestalt now. I look over a large group and one or two stand out. Done. It’s too much to agonize over each individual and way too slow to wait for each to upload. And yet, I continue to sneak in multiples. You/I would be better served by one outstanding shot. But then again, no, maybe not.
We bought a squirrel proof bird feeder. It cost $$. Why don’t I want to feed squirrels too? I would have bought a squirrel feeder. The feeder was squirrel free until today. And it works. There is a cage that closes over the holes when the squirrel’s weight is on it. The squirrel was getting something, but not an entire meal. Seeds spilled. Some, including the squirrel buddy, chose the easier way to go, on the deck. At least in this exchange the birds get a higher percentage on the deal.
Nutley. He’s aptly named because he is – nuts. Curious… curiosity killed … cute as hell, a bit dim in the brain department. I could go on… and on. Suffice to say, he’s a special kitty…very!
Here’s a lesson. Light has color. Daylight is one color while light bulbs give you a different color. Confused? Or, don’t care? But evening light in your living room tends toward yellow. We hardly notice. Don’t mention fluorescent! Ever! It’s, by far, the worst light to shoot with color film or digital sensor. Meanwhile, here are examples. And, if you are keen to correct things, the camera will adjust by custom white balance. It’s work. Mostly, we/I won’t bother. But if you do, it does/can dramatically change the tint of your image. I only ever cared when I started diving and red is lost as you go deeper under water. But, it’s good to know. That way it’s your choice. At least it’s my choice to be lazy. Of course, you could always – flash. But that’s a whole ‘nother lesson. And, I was lazy and didn’t caption to label the different light. If you care, you would know the differences. Or, if not, be sure to ask me. 🙂
Hint: (The top picture was white balance – corrected.)
A few hundred shots later, voila! We got around to doing the annual (2nd) Xmas photo of the family. What can I say? The technique is fairly straightforward. Whistle and call out, the cats come and line up. After all I am their meal ticket. Done! …It seems that none of my cats understand much less will listen. I can’t even distract them enough to stare into my lens. I took multiple images of each cat. There was only a single frame serviceable for Elle. She was having no part, whatsoever!! We got showered and dressed… don’t ask. It’s shameless for sure. As you can see it’s quite the crew. Maybe there will be a 3rd annual, or not!?
Ok! The camera is set up to number sequence your images. Each time it hits 9999 it recycles to 0. Got it? From 2018 to 2019 about a year and a half, I got back to the same number three times. Where was I? We were leaving on a trip. Ray and Nutley forlornly watched as we left. Ian, we were in Denver. Happy day! Geese. Somewhere. Random. Image 1 to image 20,000. It was quite a journey and counting still.
Who’s cute? My cats. Cat proud? I guess. Different? Would that be pose or cat? Obtuse? Sometimes.
I ran across the kitten pictures. They were small enough to fit together into a small bathroom sink. Cute! Yes, they were. And they grew up and barely fit singly into that sink. Cute, innocent, curious, they had not yet shown their character but they were sure to become characters. About the best you hope is that they look when you call their names. They do. Cute? You bet! I like them when they are kittens. It’s why I’m forbidden to go to the pet food store. There’s always a hard luck rescue cat appealing to me.
Ordinarily, this image would not make the “cut.” But it is the last image I have of Feather and Spice together before… we went to WV for a visit. Apparently, the door to the terrace was open and all seven cats had a shot at “escape.”
“If you love something, set it free…”
Mike and Jen managed to round up five of the seven cats… no Feather or Spice. Spice showed up on the second round of searching. No Feather. We were five hundred miles from home and on the way back within the hour. We cut a very important visit short to make the dash home. I suspected that Feather would be home. She is the least likely to bolt. There were four others more likely to explore the wide wide world. Happy ending! Feather was home. Hiding. She strolled out after we made a fruitless search. She was good and ready to finally show herself. You can imagine how relieved we were. Is Feather my favorite among the seven? I guess you love all your children alike. But, there’s always a secret favorite.
… I had a better image. A white cat in the white snow, how cute! Think of the possibilities. I did not realize the potential. Oh well, I can dream about lost opportunity. Next time, perhaps I will be more alert. Hey, I almost got it. I learned my lesson. Meanwhile, I’m not sure Patch ever experienced snow. It was a first for us both.