Here are a couple of friends from faire. These ladies are in the guild next to ours. The purple blouse? I gave that to L. I could never get the chestal region to fit quite right so I passed it along and L made it work. I love when that happens!
I know Pam will like this, but I’m betting there are others who will enjoy this as well: mother of toddler uses her daughter’s drawings as the foundation for paintings.
I now wish I had thought of this. What a beautiful way to look at the world, to be inspired, to encourage your child’s imagination and love of art! Well done, Ruth Oosterman!
There’s nothing wrong with my camera. No. Not really. But I would give my left hip for higher resolution, full frame sensor, and a greater ISO range.
So, since the Canon 5D Mark III is waaaaay out of my price range (everything is, but this really, really is), I figured, why the hell not get more entries for the giveaway?!
Go ahead. Click on the link. Because, why not?
Not that we don’t celebrate cats each and every day here, but it’s nice to know other people celebrate, too.
International Cat Day is a thing, people. C’mon, do your part to make nice with the pussies of the world!
Yes, I did promise long ago to post these photos after the birds had gone (thereby ensuring I wasn’t jinxing their ability to do so). As you know, one baby hummer didn’t make it. The other, though, did. The nest has been empty for a couple weeks. Mom is gone, too. I’m sure she’s around somewhere, it’s just not…here.
Anyhow, without further ado, the nest.
We’ll start with the first fuzzy shot because it’s mom and the babies and it’s feeding time. It sucks, but it serves a purpose.
Of course, we have to see where the nest is. It’s on the leg of the carport. It’s about 6 feet up, which is hard to see from the ground (and why I missed it the first time), but was at the perfect height for us to spy on from the den window.
And now we see (with some clarity) what all the fuss is about.
Birds. Because that’s what this is all about. That and my not-so-excellent spy skills. Seriously, shooting through the blinds is hard, y’all.
And here is the shot from just below the nest. I actually went outside to get this one and got yelled at by the neighbor. She was afraid I was going to disrupt the birds’ lives with my big ol’ camera, my big ol’ lens, and my big ol’ self. First, the birds didn’t see me, I don’t think. Second, mom wasn’t around. Third, it wasn’t like I was trying to touch them (I wasn’t; I wouldn’t). Fourth, the “glare” the neighbor was (supposedly) worried about was non-existent (from the lens, but in full stink-eye mode from BEHIND the camera). Fifth, she made more noise and was more intrusive with her yammering than I was with my camera and my quiet self. Some people just have to be in charge of everything, I guess. Too bad she wasn’t around to save the one bird from its “help, I’m being eaten by a stray cat” fate.
While I had intended to include a photo of the lone survivor, I decided against it. It makes me too sad to look at that shot and see just the one, all alone in the nest. Yes, I understand that nature has its own rules and part of letting nature take its course means sometimes bad things happen and I shouldn’t get all upset about it. BUT I CAN’T HELP IT! So, it turns out one of my own weird rules is to go with my gut and not post an image that makes me sad and blah blah blah.
Was it worth your wait? Probably not. But, really, it kind of was just to see a nest of baby hummingbirds, right?
Honestly, that cat is just weird.
The results are stunning, but even better than that is seeing how it all came to be.
After a full week of feeling like shit that started with sinus crud, moved into glandular crap, and consistently headachey, I’m finally starting to feel a little better. Still fatigued. Still headachey, still congested, and still a bit enlarged in the glands, but definitely moving in a more healthful direction. Lots of sleep this week. Lots of pain that refused to go away. Lots of watching movies I’d likely never watch otherwise. Lots of tv shows to catch up on. Lots of trying out of new shows (the best thus far are Jennifer Falls on TVLand and Gang Related on Foxx. Also, really love Murder in the First on TNT. We’ve also been watching Penny Dreadful on, I think, Showtime. It’s weird, but good. Sadly, we only have one more episode of the season for Game of Thrones, which I’ve come to love beyond all reason. About a month ago, we watched from the very first episode of the series through to the current season and I am so very much into the stories and the characters. I may even need to buy the books.
Gotta have something to do while my voice recovers, right? And you know me, I’ll take books any day.
Also, I’ve spent the past couple days watching a hummingbird nest. YES! Baby hummingbirds! Mama was there one day feeding the two little ones and now I check on them at least three times a day, just to see how they’re doing. I get my camera and my 70-300mm lens out, zoom in as far as I can and take photos. I’ll post some later. It’s really amazing to see baby hummers! They’re adorable. I knew there were somewhere in the vicinity when I had a mama come after me whie I was cleaning the litterbox. I just couldn’t find the nest. Probably because it wasn’t where I expected it to be. But I know where it is now. And I study them throughout the day (between naps, cups of steaming hot tea or soup). I can’t wait to see them finally emerge and test their little wings. I wish I had video mode on my camera for that!
Now, it’s time to go back to sleeping. Gotta heal up. Life won’t wait for me. Gotta get back to my Rear Window activities asap.
I love this series of photos.
Just a few of my favorite Fletch shots.
The first two were taken in the shower, one of my handsome boy’s favorite places. Him inspecting the bench where we set all our shampoo and soap and such. Him up on the ledge.
And here we have Fletch up on the tree again. On the shelf that’s too small for his full figure.
One cat per chair. Nap time is sacred and I obviously disturbed them terribly. Celia’s givin’ me stink eye fo’ sho’
Forgive the glowing eyes. Sometimes you just can’t get around it with flash.
Then there was this shot. As you can see, Fletch is really a bit too large for the top shelf on the cat tree, but he likes it up there. Celia has recently taken it over as HER spot, though Fletch occasionally gets up there to play King of the Hill. Usually, it’s done with very little grace and much laughter (on our part).
Tonight, they’re being a little naughty. I’ve heard at least two separate jumps from counter to floor in the kitchen. That would be the diva. She hasn’t done that in a very long time. Apparently the chicken we fed her earlier has made her bold again.
And with that, I’m off to see what else I have hiding in my archives.
We came home after a trip to the vet a few weeks ago to find the most blantant sexual act happening on our front steps.
King Arthur loves his little grand-daughter with all his heart. He sings to her, engages her in all sorts of teaching moments, and is always looking for something sweet to get her, like the sunglasses she’s wearing in these photos. He spoils her with love and loving gifts. It’s lovely to witness.
She’s a very good baby. Lady M and Lord R have done a great job getting her on a schedule and keeping her on one. They’ve taken her to restaurants and even a hockey game (her outfit was ADORABLE! — another gift from her papa). Unfortunately, Baby E is at that stage where she is sometimes frightened of people she doesn’t see much. Especially men. During their little hug and hold playtime, E was fine with her papa holding her and singing and playing, but later cried up a storm when put in his arms. At least we had photos to prove that she DID enjoy him earlier in the day.
We spent the afternoon with Lady M, Lord R, and Baby Princess E before mommy and daddy went out for the evening. We wanted to make sure the little Princess wasn’t going to cry the whole time. As I said, she did fine with her papa earlier in the day, but melted down later. With me, she was absolutely perfect. We have an arrangement, the Princess and I. I hold her and play with her and make her giggle, give her a bottle, change her diapers, and basically do everything I possibly can to make her comfortable, and, in return, she is a delight for me. Plus, it helps that I possess a little baby whispering magic. (I was born with the gift. My whole family has it, including LD and Mojo.)
Lady M and Lord R had a nice night out. KA and I had a very nice night with the baby. It was a win-win for all. Plus, I get grandma credits. Someday, yes, someday, I fully expect LD and Mojo to have their own families and I’m practicing all I can.
After court a few weeks ago, King Arthur and I went to Balboa Park to see the pirate exhibit at the Natural History Museum. It’s there until September, so get your hiney out to San Diego and see it. It’s impressive! (They didn’t allow photography of the exhibit, so no photos of any of it.) We took a short break at one point and had snickerdoodles. KA did his best Cookie Monster impression, as depicted below.
Then there’s the obligatory shot of the California Tower in Balboa Park. From any angle, it’s an impressive structure. I just had to capture it.
And finally, as I was sitting on a park bench, I was faced with a serious, philosophical question:
My answer: I don’t know. But, I keep going. That’s what I do. I move on. I move forward. I move. I just keep swimming because that’s what Dory told us to do.