new year caturday

Joan Jett New Years Day
Joan Jet in her zen position on the patio.

New Years Eve was another traumatic event for all my little guys. As usual the neighbors set off their purchased fireworks, starting almost as soon as it got dark, and continued past midnight. I have a lot of little visitors snuggling in next to me while all the booms echoed through the neighborhood. When the festivities ended they slowly moved off to their regular sleeping spots for the rest of the evening.

The morning and the day were spent with everyone in the household napping and resting in general. They were all happy for the quiet of the day as well as the very pleasant sunny day. It hit 80°F today, not bad for the first of January. Everyone was outside of the house and around our screen-enclosed lanai (patio). I have discovered that the cats in particular are quite content to stay within the enclosed area, as long as they can go out and watch what’s happening on the outside of the screen. And that’s fine by me, as it keeps the cats from roaming around the neighborhood and considerably reduces their chances to pick up parasites such as heartworm.

Danï New Years Day
Danï stayed up too late last night…
Zoë New Years Day
…as did her sister Zoë
Luke New Years Day
Luke is on the lookout for lizards and squirrels, and perhaps a few of the birds
Ruby New Years Day
Sweet Ruby certainly enjoyed the day

Finally one from the garden. The hibiscuses have been blooming again, along with my azaleas and some other flowing plants. That means getting out in the garden pronto to get things weeded and replanted.

Hibiscus New Years Day

Everything taken with the 75mm on the Pen F.

retrospective — morning has broken

Morning has Broken

I’m dipping back into my past Flickr photos and pulling one out to talk about it. This is the first of I don’t know how many, but there may be a few. I’m doing this because I got pulled into looking at my past work, and discovering that I still liked what I had produced 10 years ago.

This photo was taken December 2011 of a three-year-old Ruby on the left and her companion, eleven-year-old Max on the right. Max left us in 2015, after a long and robust fifteen years with us (he was rescued by us in January 2000, and he was already six months old at the time). The story behind this photo is that I had a very rough night and had crashed out on the old La-Z-Boy sofa in the TV room so I wouldn’t bother my wife. The Labs, of course, saw an opportunity to spend that night with one of their favorite persons, so they wound up sleeping right up there with me. When I got up in the morning, they stayed up on the sofa, picking spots comfortable to them. When I came back in there they both sat. Fortunately I had a camera close to hand to capture this moment.

I just like the composition. Both of them are exuding personality, especially Max. It reminds me how much I’ve missed him these past six years. Ruby is still with us, and she’s still my sweatie.

The camera used is the Olympus E-P2, with its ‘mere’ 12MP sensor, along with the m.Zuiko 2.8/17mm. This was during my ‘dark black-and-white’ period, where I was post-processing the hell out of everything because I thought it would look more artistic that way. The only saving grace is that I used a sepia tone which helped to bring up the highlights a bit and added a bit of texture to their coats.