The ketten

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.







Exploiting my cat for the internet

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.


I’m thinking of becoming a pet photographer so that I can take beautiful, dignified portraits just like this of YOUR pet, too.


“I am the star of the ennui parade.”


January 13th: This is why we can’t have nice pictures

Is this what you wanted, cats? Are you happy?


Caption options: “Why can’t we be friends?” or “What’s so funny about peace, love, and understanding?”

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.

January 4th

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.


Cleaning out my phone

My phone has accumulated 1000 or so pictures over the summer and fall. Here is a small handful of them!


This beauty is a type of gentian. The flower stays closed up like this in a cluster. Hey, do you like movies that portray a rich tapestry of Appalachian misery? Then I would recommend Chasing Spirits. The reason I bring it up is one of its characters is named Gentian Violet.


This picture is noisy, but here it is anyway. It’s a pretty flower. I don’t know what it is. This is my guess based on 30 seconds of research on the website Minnesota Wildflowers: agastache.


Isn’t fungus tremendous?


Look, galls. My sister used to tell me when I was a kid that these are bat droppings. That is not accurate.


This was taken on a path going through the state forest my family stayed at late this summer / early fall.


On the path were such things as fallen leaves.


And more fallen leaves.


A nest nestled among ferns.


Probably 30% of the pictures on my phone are of cats, mine or the farm cats. From top to bottom, these are Cookie, Fred, Princess, and Short Tail.




My dad inherited his dad’s fishing boat and we went fishing more this summer than we have in many past years combined. We still caught about the same number of fish, though.


This summer I encountered so many dragonflies with broken wings it seemed a veritable epidemic had struck.




A marshy area on the edge of town. I was being bit by so many mosquitoes as I was taking pictures this night. I feel like you should be able to see a couple of them in this picture.