I said a black cat is hard to photograph. I have few good pics of my black dog, Reggie. Maybe, I wasn’t very good. Interestingly, if you are too good, you can see the dust in Tillie’s hair. Or, dandruff, whatever! But I get it. Eyes, it’s all in the eyes. You get the eyes and the picture pops. Black, against a white background, helps in this instance. This time around I think I am up for a challenge.
We let the new kittens out of the bathroom for a stroll in the big house. They found our bed – perhaps our smell – and made themselves comfortable. The lighting is good. I need a reflection in their eyes and the big window gives great indirect light. I bet you don’t care. Peas is not a pretty cat. At least that’s my opinion. Colleen has seen many more cats and I am overruled. My first naming was Butt – as in butt ugly. Don’t laugh; it’s part of the reason I ignored her in the pet store. But Peas has the sweetest personality. She is the quintessential embodiment that beauty is skin (fur) deep. When I first picked her up, it was about a second later, she melted my heart.
Willow never looks at me. The “twins” will/do. But, Willow, he’s a different cat. He never looks at me. We communicate. He gets what he wants. I know what he wants. We just never quite make eye contact. It’s subtle enough to have eluded me for so long. I realize now. Knowing is helpful. It’s like hugging without kissing. There is just something different. And, it’s different, (looking elsewhere). If you don’t know what I mean, then you don’t know. But, I get it, now.
Yeah, yeah, seven pictures. But the last picture (Nutley) illustrates emotion. Colleen swears the cats can “express.” Nutley just got “wopped” by Spice. He has the look of “what?” He (Nutley) is bewildered and subservient to her (Spice’s) aggression. Can you see that? Six cats. I roam the house and shoot the cats. Ha! It’s not “hunting.” But periodically the cats settle into their morning routine. At that point I can get a shot. Cute!
It was just a joke in the beginning. Back in 2015, I did a Photoshop mash-up of our three cats. Crude, would be too kind a criticism. But then again, it was an “in your face” mash-up. The sisters arrived in January, 2017 and the twins came in July, 2018. Sometime in July 2018 we did a family portrait. And, in December, 2019 we followed up once more – a picture, not more cats.
In November, 2020 we did two takes on the same day. The ladies at CVS were amazed when (with a straight face) I told them that all my seven cats just lined up on the table upon my command to do this group shot.
Confused? It feels like a history test on which general won what battle on which date? Yeah! I went back to find dates. My vaunted file system failed until it was successful in tracking down the photo shoots and their dates. There was no group shot in 2016 or 2017. I don’t suppose you care too much for the dates or my search of a catalog holding hundreds of thousands of images. Our family continues to expand and contract. I will be more diligent of keeping track of family groupings. But, as of this post we are up to date. Alas, Patch passed away in February. That will change my next shot.
Make no mistake, you don’t simply go out and replace a pet. Patch’s recent death has left a hole in our hearts. And, you may continue to shake your head and think we are nuts. Somehow the chaos of cats all about is an acquired taste. And, I didn’t do it correctly – see – two new kittens, not one, Tillie & Peas (in 2021). Patch fly with the snow geese; we miss you.
As they said in the movie “Jaws,” We’re gonna need a bigger (boat) table.” Ha ha. After Patch passed away in February, it just wasn’t quite as chaotic as we are used to at feeding time. We held tryouts. It wasn’t that hard. Cat’s just gotta snuggle in your arms and dig her claws in – she’s going home with you! Tillie (black cat) is on double secret probation – ala “Animal House.” She snarled and growled at me. Me? Have you ever played, ‘spin the cat?’ Ha ha. I think Tillie has an opinion. Meanwhile, Dave said, “No more cats!” What can I say? Tillie and Peas are sisters – from different mothers? And, the pet store ladies laugh when they see me come in. They even asked if I wanted another, “Please?” when we came in today for more food. Colleen does higher math: that would be 3 1/2 sets of twins and a single (Elle).
Subtlety. Hmmmm… not me. I like things larger than life. Since covid we have been watching the background on TV behind the guests. Some guests have gone as far as placing books and such products to promote their own works. My background? It got busy, not so much by design but because I was more too lazy to bother to stage things more thoroughly. I surmise last year’s picture was taken in the summer. The crowded background makes things more cozy? Some folks prefer minimalist. I am helpless. We live with things and our lives are full. And, I must admit, it’s a nice life.
It’s the annual Christmas picture. And I am even posting at an apropos time. Colleen casually drops – “Do you know what? …. We should do….” And then it’s about …. hours, days of work for me. Yeah, I try to ignore her. Dammit! I get sucked in. The cats suffer. We all have to sacrifice…. First I round them up (each cat). They pose only very reluctantly. Seven cats!! Sure, I could just pose one twin twice three times …. no cheating! And then we have to take a shower – hair’s gotta be right! Note: no pants were worn for this photoshoot – by animal or human. (Ha ha) And then it’s hours in photoshop. Yup, it takes time. I’m ok, not great. But the effect…. Hey! Add some text, like merry and happy. Never ever listen – “Do you know what?” …
YES!!! They all just jumped up at once and let me take their picture…. really!! Honest! Truth!
I don’t often have cooperation from my cats. This one time they stayed put till I got around to the front of the window. Elle, Ray, and Nutley are an unlikely trio to sit in the window together. Just trust me on this point. And, to find her in the middle is actually quite brave of her. I feel like thanking them for posing. Crazy! Yes!
I could never be a pet photographer. Sure, I get great cat pics. There’s no pressure on me. If I get a good shot, I got one. Otherwise, send me on a mission for money… I have three sets of twins and one orphan. Right! I can’t tell them apart. Oh sure, there are some markings that tip you off. But on average I can tell which set of twins are which and not much more in a single glance. Seven cats. I ran around for a few minutes trying to photograph each in turn. If I showed you the same cat twice… Every once in a while, I set myself to see if I can get a shot of all seven within a single shoot. Ha ha!
One more comment: there are seven cats and eight pictures but nine cats in all the pictures. Need a pet portrait? ..willing to work for food.
Well, this post was planned about two months ago. Somehow the text to go with the photo was separated (lost). The picture is one of the white twins. Patch or Willow? Colleen would know. Me? I just guess. Patch. Special? They are all special kitties. And Patch? He doesn’t talk, never complains, and just gets along with everyone. Yeah, he’s pretty special. Or, it’s special that I got this picture of Patch. He never looks at me. It’s special when I get a good look into his eyes.
Sometimes I unintentionally post something. What was I thinking? It’s trash. Replacement? Action shot – Elle in motion, well, just about. She was poised to leap. It’s not easy getting motion. One of the sisters – I cannot always tell who is who – posed at my current favorite spot. More cats, I’m cat proud. There’s always someone about to keep me entertained. The trick is to have a camera at hand. I have enough cameras to keep one near at hand wherever I am in the house. Lucky!
Prime lenses are commonly wide-angle lenses. When they discuss the best all around lens it’s usually in the range of 35mm. it’s good for portraits and landscape and street photography, an all in one all-purpose lens for all occasions. For me? I’m usually shooting at max tele on my zoom lens. I get rid of distracting background. I don’t have to move closer. It’s a good all-around lens for the lazy photographer. I don’t get the idea of 35mm. I can shoot at wide angle. My zoom allows. But I find most of my shots are near to max tele. It’s how it is.
I would alternatively title this post – “GLOP!” We can’t eat in restaurants. They are closed. Corona. I say that a lot these days. They ask if we are fatigued, and, I say better fatigue than the alternative. Eating out? Well, we lived out there on the edge. Frozen food, it’s the closest to something you don’t otherwise eat. Something new and different! Dispel the boredom! Eh! My cookin’ is OK but sometimes you want something out of the ordinary. This was a testimony to food photography! Yes, the picture was way better than the awful product inside. Let me give a shout out to Nestle. They made eating a hot pocket into something I shall never do again. Can you say thick crust and no chicken? Awful!!! And the stuffed shells? Can you say rip-off? The package was heavy enough to completely deceive me. See the picture? Well, there were three small shells in the box. The rest was sauce. Bang for you buck? Hardly! If I paid 25 cents like I did in high school for a cafeteria lunch, then this combined glop might have been appreciated. Since we paid $$ for it, it was memorably awful! If you eat out in the frozen food section of your grocer, you might be attracted to the pictures. And, sometimes you are duly rewarded for being stupid enough to drawn in by a pretty picture.
Dave’s been in one location for too long now. Kathleen’s sister had a child – Gio. I won’t comment upon the name. You look it up. “Noa” is pretty rare to hear too. On the go… Dave’s traveling again. Restless? Maybe west? There are a lot of options and there aren’t. But, as the country reopens, the possibilities are endless. And, he’s had Corona, we think; we can’t get him tested, but probably. No social distance if you are living with someone. I get to kiss Colleen but not hug Dave. No handshakes. They came to say good-bye. They’re headed to see the new baby. Risk? There are choices. Relaxing?
Have you ever had a day when everything came together – light, smiles, background…?
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.
Typically, a portrait is vertically composed. With iPhone it’s mostly? Vertical too? Most folks are too lazy to turn their phone. With a camera, the photos (portraits) are mostly horizontal. Same, you can’t be bothered to turn the camera vertically. Enough! Vertical! Horizontal! I will admit I am mostly horizontal (camera). Lazy! Guilty.
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 turned away for a bit. Lightroom presents my library images in a viewer of 28 per screen. Hey! It’s sorting. It is easy enough to go to a single image and examine it in more detail. Lighting. With all the new light bulbs around here, the color temperature of the light I am shooting with has varied wildly. Most folks don’t notice or care about the quality of light. They get what they get and are happy enough. And iPhone and most digital cameras make it easy. Why work? I don’t (work) either. But, I notice. I suppose it is the difference between words and poetry. I get my share of duds. But, sometimes, just once in a while, it all comes together. And then, it makes me glad I try. Colleen – says Feather is my favorite cat. True enough, I hug her (Colleen, too) a lot. Is it because she’s always in my lap and I’m her favorite human? Though there are imperfections, this will be a favorite shot for a while. (Shhh… I love Colleen more than the cat.)
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.
Ego, shy? I don’t photograph well enough to be happy to post images of myself. Hmm? You could take that statement two ways. Whatever! This is part of the ongoing selfie series I started with the new camera. Today’s tech gives me more ways than ever before to shoot. Better? I think so. This shot involved a monopod, an iPhone triggering the camera remotely, and a Wi-Fi capable connection to my camera. Complicated? You bet. I could’ve done it with just the iPhone. But, then what would have been the fun? And it would have been harder to get the end result. hmmm? … another two way statement. Was it worth the effort? I would’ve swapped the model for my beautiful wife. She is patient but not willing to experiment with me while I endlessly tried different combinations.
When there are no kids or grandkids at hand, I shoot the cats. My dearest wife has declined. She’s good natured enough. But… and while I am breaking no new ground, I can photograph well enough to get good portrait shots, too many, too numerous to count. Once in a while it’s good to post one. There are categories – photo journalism, iPhone, selfies, etc. Sometimes it’s nice to have a good portrait.
Elle is delicate. I have large cats, mostly. But, Elle, she’s a delicate cat. Look at the feet. Pretty. Trust me, she’s got beautiful feet. She’s a cutie. She’s timid and shy. When we first met, she’d run, literally run, if she saw me raise a camera. Nowadays, she’s mellow enough that I got shots without too much objection. Maybe she’s resigned like my kids. Get it over with Dad! I would usually get a forced grin from the kids. (You know the expression.) But Elle, she just sits patiently until I go away.