My mom happens to be one of the crazy ladies that feed feral cats. There are a couple that come by regularly and she has even named them. She leaves food and water outside for them, and lets them take shelter in her screened lanai when the weather is bad. The problem is, not only are the cats visiting, but she has an opossum that stops by the “inn” for a meal. Here is an image I captured of my mom’s cat and the thief.
For those of you who get a little upset about people feeding feral cats, my moms friend is a big advocate in capturing them and getting them fixed from the local veterinarian. My mom tries to help her capture them when they come to her home.
You’re never too old, and even if you are a master (for the most part) at your trade, you can always learn something from someone else. A few days ago I had the opportunity to do just that. I drove to Denver, Colorado for a workshop from two top photographers in the country. After the lectures, we were able to photograph a few models. Very nice kids (kids to me – I’m older lol). Here are a few of the images that I captured:
While visiting family in Florida last Spring (yes, I’m a little behind), I stayed with my mom. She has a beautiful screened lanai and backyard. One day while I was there, I wanted to fully enjoy the weather, so I dragged a chair outside. That’s not true. Almost every day that I was there I dragged a chair outside! Here are a couple of the things that I saw from my chair on one of the days:
Wow. It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost a year and half since I went to photograph this place. I figured that it was about time that I shared my images. When we moved from Florida to Colorado, I had researched cemeteries in our area. I like to visit the really old ones. Some may think it’s morbid, but I think they’re beautiful.
This particular day, I was on my way home from having lunch with a couple of dear friends of mine that I had grown up with. They too live in Colorado, and I hadn’t seen them in about 23 years! It was one of those beautiful Summer days in Colorado. I was in no hurry to get home. Things weren’t waiting to get done. I had my camera with me. I thought, what a perfect day to head to the cemetery! I wish it would have been earlier or later in the day for lighting purposes – harsh, harsh, light! - but I didn’t want to wait any longer to visit. Linn Grove Cemetery has it all. History (it’s been around since 1874), beauty, and tranquility. Squirrels were frolicking and birds were singing.
If you saw me walking around, you’d think that I had just lost someone. At some points I was bawling! Headstones are so personal. They can tell a lot about the deceased. Some are romantic. One really got me. It was a young girl who was born the year that I was, and passed away the year I graduated high school. I hope you enjoy the images that I captured.