Category: Dogs

some household creatures in black and white

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I’m back into that black-and-white kind of photography mode. I’m practicing again, trying to hit the mid-tones and smooth transitions, avoiding the crazy contrast I’m prone to with digital photography. I tried to preserve the way the light plays across Ruby’s coat. I’ve got all this photography gear and cameras on my iPhone, and I seldom use any of them any more. I need to start using them. And ignoring the “influencers” who would have me trash all my gear just to acquire the latest Canon/Nikon/Fuji/Whatever…

And of course all the little ones are more than willing to have me take their photos.

I like my black-and-white photos as light as reasonably possible, with a few dark-to-black areas in the composition to add interest to the photography. That was what I was after with Luke’s photo above. His handsome head is separated from the background due to it’s being lighter than the back of the chair he was sitting in, and then right in the middle of his face his irises are small yet distinctively jet black.

Both photos were taken with a vintage Panasonic Lumix GH4 and a Lumix 30mm macro.

morning has broken

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Bo — What’s happening up there?

This morning was very unusual weather-wise. We woke up to a local temperature of 59°F. For a lot of you around the northern climes, that’s probably hot to you. But for those of us Down South, a low 59°F in the morning at the end of April in central Florida is unusual enough to write about it. This same time last week the morning lows were a good 10 to 15 degrees higher, and a lot muggier. I’m certainly not one to complain as it has been a wonderful morning to just open up the house to the outside for a bit. Of course, it’s cool enough that Bo and Luke want to fluff up in their turkey positions to stay warm.

Bo — What is that up there?

Bo seemed to be entranced with something outside the screened in area. So I went out to look around and found this:

Yep, that’s a jet contrail. I haven’t spotted one in weeks. And I didn’t hear the jet that produced it when it went over, so I’m assuming it was at a fairly high altitude. Whether Bo heard it and was watching it, I’ll never be completely sure. But I would never have spotted it unless he was looking up intently at that moment in time.

Luke — What’s for breakfast?

Luke was at his Breakfast Cat station on the edge of the kitchen sink. That’s the spot he knows where he can sit and watch everything without getting in my way, and pushed back onto the floor where cats should be. But this is Luke, who’s a Ginger, with a gentle Ginger ‘tude.

Annie the Living Muppet

What would our household be without our Doodle? Annie is now a big five, and has come into her own. She’s calmed quite a bit, but she still likes to jump up and walk around on her hind legs with her forepaws out batting at me and the air in front of her. It’s the circus Poodle part that wants to perform, I’m sure of it. And all that Poodle-derived curly hair. Our living Muppet.

Time to clean up and let the girls lick the breakfast plates clean. Eggs over easy as usual, and they love to lick up any leftover yolk. And then more of today’s happenings.