This picture’s taken inside the chicken barn. It was a gloomy day Wednesday and I loved how appropriately moody it was looking out, cobwebs, cracked window, black cat and all. This one’s another phone picture.
My 365 project might, or might not, have fallen apart a little bit at this point. It is too soon to tell. But, uh. The last two weeks have been stressful, so I cried “uncle” to my self-imposed photo obligations.
I’m going to get back into it this month. Tragically, the days I lost can never be recovered, but I will try to repay my debt society. In the meantime, here are some picture of a cat, the one I refer to as the kitten, a word I’ve taken to pronouncing “ketten” in relation to her and her alone. Then I played with these pictures on Gimp, because it’s fun.
Some people might think that the number of pictures I take of my cats is “excessive” or “completely dadgum insane, you crazy cat lady,” but since the revival of my photo a day project, I haven’t taken too many that I felt like sharing. Isn’t it fitting that for all the hours cats spend sleeping every day, they can’t seem to stop moving when I want to take pictures of them? Harlots.
That was uncalled for.
Is this what you wanted, cats? Are you happy?
They — June, the biter; Maggie, the bitten — were having a precious moment (an actual one, so basically nothing like the figurines bearing that name). They were grooming one another and looking sweet and loving in general. Any time cats are doing anything, my camera and I are drawn to them. “How precious this picture might be,” I said. “This might be the Picture of the Day.” But just as quickly, the moment was over and the cats were a blur of snarling she-demons. I don’t like any of the other pictures I took today and I don’t think the ghosts are out tonight, so this is what we’re going with. Sometimes you just have to embrace the fact that cats are gonna bite the crap out of each other, and that’s life.
If you’re aching from a keen deficiency in leaf and moss and fungus pictures, and you missed my post earlier, you’re in luck. Let me be your dealer.
I put my Christmas decorations away today. There’s one Christmas decoration I’m really going to miss, but part of what makes Christmas special is the ritual of it and the inherent limitation. If it lasts too long, it’s not really special! After Thanksgiving 2014, I’m going to go into the closet in my second bedroom, take out the big blue tote, find the Santa box, dust off this little orange furball, and surf that Christmas wave of nostalgia all over again.
My phone has accumulated 1000 or so pictures over the summer and fall. Here is a small handful of them!
Odds ‘n’ ends from my camera taken during my absence.
On the way home from the gym. Don’t have a tripod? Just use a mound of ice.