life in black and white – the menagerie

Ruby – 11 years old

I’ve been overwhelmed over these past few weeks and months with all that is coming out of Washington. We’re well past whatever tipping point when it comes to the collapse of American democracy. We are watching the old white guys with money and power working to make sure that their money and power is never challenged for generations to come. Meanwhile the world burns and dies, and I can do nothing about it.

So I have turned inward to my animals and my photography to capture what makes me happy and calm at this point in time. These creatures are sweet and truly innocent, almost Garden-of-Eden innocent before the Fall. I’ve reached a point in my life where I tear up when I read of the cruelty heaped by humans on their kind. And I seem to cry a lot these days.

All of these photos are black and white because that’s where my mind is at at the moment. I don’t know why, except that perhaps I’m reaching back over 40 years to when I first started to photograph the world seriously, and all I could afford and print on my own were black and white film. It was much simpler then, and much happier.

All three of these images went through Photoshop 6. I “developed” them to my personal taste. The cameras used were the Panasonic G9 and the Olympus Pen F. The lenses used were the Olympus 12-40mm PRO and the Olympus 17mm PRO. Both cameras are set up to photograph in black and white. I took my time with each photo, and took just enough to find the right image. And then I sat on them for a while, rather than rush them out into the world. The entire process has been slow and deliberate. I get tired of reading the hipsters that say you can only “do” slow and deliberate with film. You can do slow and deliberate with anything, including digital.

Beau (or Bo) – 4 years
Luke – 4 years

At this moment I am satisfied, a bit more calm, and a bit more happy.

the little prince

Bo on his Plow & Hearth pillow

Our cats, now over three-and-a-half-years-old, are in firm control of the household. They know that it’s the two of them who are really in charge. To drive that point home, Bo has decided that his newest favorite spot in the house is lounging on the red Plow & Hearth pillow on top of a foot stool in the TV room.

Saturday, I’d been cleaning and moving things around and I just happened to put the pillow on top of the foot stool just to get it out of the way. In less time than you can say “Ginger Marmalade Cat” Bo not only discovered its location, but had further decided he liked perching on top. And in that specific position so he can keep his eyes on me while resting.

My wife and I had originally decided to give the pillow to Goodwill, but it looks like that won’t be happening anytime soon. I don’t think Bo would be too happy if the pillow were to leave the house. So it stays, oriented as you see it, on the foot stool. Now I get to observe if Luke, his brother, will wrestle with him over the right to lie upon it as well.