PHOTODORK

One of the things I’d eventually like to incorporate onto this site is the occasional photograph by another artist.  So many great images exist and I truly believe that something can be gained by looking at the work of others.  In fact, my intention was to link to one yesterday, because there is a photographer that takes incredible aerial images, so it would have tied in nicely to my airplane photographs.  But then, as I am so prone to, I got distracted with other thoughts and ideas and well, I blew it.  I briefly considered posting the images today, because they still would have tied in and because yesterday I was completely unmotivated to do anything, including photograph.  Dylan said that would be a cop-out though, and even though I told him that he was a cop-out (I know, such a great comeback), I found myself bending to peer pressure.  And, just to show him, I came up with not one, but two Photos of the Day.  That’s right, two.  Go ahead and be impressed, I won’t tell anyone.

One of the things that I missed most while we were in New Mexico were the fuzzy little terrorists that I tell myself are cats.  Now, part of it was because I am sort of a crazy cat lady (once you have more than two, the label automatically comes, you don’t even have to talk to them or throw them birthday parties) but the other part of it was more practical.  I hate moths, people.  I can’t even impress upon you how much I dislike them, so just go with me on this.  Luckily, since we got cats, it is not something I’ve ever had to worry about.  Other people fill a bucket with soapy water to set a moth-trap.  We leave on a lamp and set a chair next to it for the cats to use as a springboard.  It’s awesome and has made me slightly complacent about the whole thing.  Enter our trip to New Mexico, where no cats inhabited our hotel room and it’s the middle of moth season.  It wasn’t pretty folks.

It makes sense then that one of the first things I photographed when I got home were the cats.  This is Reno, looking quite docile and nice, but don’t let the images fool you.  He’s a moth-hunting machine.  And also a cantankerous, howling little creep who awoke us at 4:45 this morning.  4:45.  In the morning.  I guess you gotta take the good with the bad.  But dang, people.  4:45.