I don’t do many cat photographs. Unlike many folks in science fiction and fantasy, I’m not blown away by them. I’m a dog person. For one thing, I’m mildly allergic to cats. For another, it’s hard to take a cat for a walk (which I admit, sometimes, would be a plus).
But they can be marvelously photogenic. So here is our friend Lucie’s cat, in the hallway of her apartment building, being a most essential cat.
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This took a bit of patience. For a comparison, here’s a thumbnail of the original:
Basically, this just took a lot of patience to get rid of the phone lines and such. I shot the original from my backyard and in future I intend to do some further manipulations and other cool stuff. But I wanted to put something up for the beginning of the year. Ad Astra!…
This is just very yeah.
When asked why I write, I have many answers, but this captures the entire inner gestalt of why.
Not getting to live all the lives I wanted to. I know what she means. I assumed at one time I would be a writer, an actor, a musician, a producer-director, and all the other things that attach to these ambitions. In a way, I did get to do them, but not the way I thought I would.
Anyway, this is marvelous.…
I haven’t put up a new photo just for the sake of putting one up in a while, so here’s a new image from this month. In fact, from this Thursday past. Enjoy
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Long time ago, when I was but a teen, maybe right on the cusp, just getting interested in photography, my father and I sat up one evening to watch a PBS thing about Ansel Adams. To this day I cannot find that film—it included a project of his photographing a Hispanic family living on a scrub farm, very rural, lots of kids. He was working with both 4X5 and a Hasselblad. It was a detailed film, taking the viewer through the whole process, from shutter-click to processing, to printing. It had a substantial impact on me and I would like to find that film again, but I’ve even been to the Ansel Adams Museum in San Fransisco and they profess not to know what I’m talking about. …
The heat wave finally broke and this past weekend we took the dog and went through nearby Carondolet Park, which over the years has become our favorite to stroll. Driving through I often see all kinds of photographic possibilities, and then, when I return with the camera, I can’t find most of them.
But I did get some this time, so I thought I’d just put up a selection. Something apolitical, pleasant, interesting, visually stimulating, etc.
So….
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Playing with pictures again. Going for long walks, you never know what you might see…
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Steel-trap smiles made room on the stage, a shuffle of seats, a place where chances die or lives are made, all the welcome of the seen-it-befores and the willingly-impressed, squeezed into a need for the new, hope for discovery, and fear of not-good-enough.
The room itself prepared for betrayal, but the ears plugged back into the main artery, on the off that something might open a vein or just shut out the silence.
The Kid opened his case and took out a pair of hands. Everyone gasped at the tendons and callouses, the length of the reach and the curl of long use. …
