108: the guilty party

Packing to head up to Yellowknife tomorrow, and this guy has been giving me the evil eye/third degree/how-dare-you-abandon-me face all day.

 

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1/60sec, f / 2.0, ISO 1600.

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098: natural predator

I’ve seen their tracks everywhere, but they often pass through, silently, in the midst of the night.  Unseen.

I saw [my] first deer of the season this evening.  And my cat saw his first deer, ever!  And he turned into a little predator!  When the moose were around in the winter, he’d hide under my bed, or under my covers for hours on end.  Deer, though?  I think he thought he could hunt them.

My tiny little killer.  He didn’t stand a chance.  Two steps outside the doorway is as far as he got before they took off.

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1/30sec, f / 5.6, ISO 1600.

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1/30sec, f / 5.0, ISO 1600.

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1/15sec, f / 4.5, ISO 1600.

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1/20sec, f / 5.6, ISO 1600.

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1/25sec, f / 5.6, ISO 1600.

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1/30sec, f / 3.5, ISO 1600.

095: slumber

My cat fell asleep in the sun, and the longer he slept, the more and more his mouth opened, until his entire pink little tongue was sticking out.

(by the way, the mouse died overnight.)

😦

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1/30sec, f / 5.6, ISO 400.

 

086: Catan night!

I missed one again yesterday.  I’m sorry.

Here is todays: Just finished a game of Settlers of Catan, and apparently, I was really intent on rolling my dice.

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1/13sec, f / 3.5, ISO 800.

Bit blurry, but my cat sat like this the entire time we were playing…

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0.6sec, f / 5.0, ISO 800.

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We don’t have a washer and dryer at our house, so I often go to a friend’s house to do laundry.  Her neighbour’s have this cat that they leave outside all day, even in the depths of winter, and I’m pretty sure she’s neglected.  Every time she’s outside when I stop by, she runs to me and jumps on my lap or my shoulders and purrs and purrs, and I feel awful for her.  So when I saw her today, I brought her a can of wet cat food, and she was so happy!

If the poor thing didn’t legitimately belong to someone, I would have brought her home already.  She’s really fluffy, but she’s clearly been in a few fights (missing parts of her ear) and if you feel her, you can feel ribs underneath all the fur.  There’s not a lot of meat on her.

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1/320sec, f / 5.0, ISO 400.

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1/800sec, f / 8.0, ISO 400.

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1/640sec, f / 7.1, ISO 400.

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My picture of the day looked a lot better in my mind than it did in execution, sadly, but I still think it’s a neat effect.  And I included a picture of my cat, because, well…

I’m always taking pictures of my cat.

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1/1000sec, f / 9.0, ISO 400.

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1/100sec, f / 2.8, ISO 400.

065: more of my cat

I feel bad with how often I take photos of my cat.  But then I think that other people have spouses and children to take photos of, and I don’t.  So here’s two cute ones of my cat this morning.  He was trying to attack my lens.

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1/8sec, f / 3.5, ISO 400.

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1/8sec, f / 3.5, ISO 400.

062: The Night

My house had a showing this evening (it is for sale), so I had to be scarce for a bit while my landlord showed it to an entire family, with kids and everything, and I came home to something on my wall which was knocked down, but I digress…

Anyhow, I took myself, my camera, and my tripod out for a walk to see if I could come up with anything interesting.  Well known fact: Smithers turns into a ghost town after 6PM, and even my attempts at highway photography proved fruitless.  It’s hard to take streaky car photos when there’s only one every minute or two.

I can’t decide between two photos that I took, so I will share both of them.  The first one was taken behind my house in the alleyway, where the only light is the neighbour’s light to his shed.  The second was taken up the street, and see what I mean about deserted?

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5 sec, f / 6.3, ISO 400.

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2 sec, f / 5.6, ISO 400.

And one more from my phone, because it’s adorable.  Look!  It’s my two favourite things.

A cat and his camera.

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050: Mom’s cat, part three

I can’t believe I’ve been doing this for fifty whole days.  I don’t do anything for fifty days in a row.  Not even work.

Mom’s ‘other other’ cat.  Java, who I refuse to call anything but Kitler, because he likes to attack my face when I sleep.  He’s also really hard to take photos of.  My camera wouldn’t even focus, and I ended up having to take the picture manually.

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Canon Rebel XS. 1/15sec, f / 1.8, ISO 1600.

049: Mom’s cat, part two

Mom has more than one cat.  In fact, she has three.

Here’s her other cat (and tomorrow will be her ‘other-other’ cat).

Meet Marley.  His face is crooked because of an awful car accident last year.  He’s pretty lucky to be alive.

Mom loves him to pieces.

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Canon Rebel XS. 1/60sec, f / 2.2, ISO 800.

048: Schrödinger’s Cat

I put my mom’s cat, Mango into a box.

She stayed in the box.

She was a “cat in the box”.

So I took photos of her.

With her tongue out.

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Canon Rebel XS. 1/60sec, f / 2.2, ISO 800.

Day Zero Two Two: January Photo Challenge: WARMTH

Day 11 of the First Thirty-One over at Fourtuitous.com!  Today’s challenge was “Warmth”.

After 30 frustrated minutes of trying to make my less-than-always-functioning camera take a decent self-shot of me being warm, I cajoled my roommate into ‘looking warm’ for me.  His idea of ‘looking warm’ was to throw three quilts on, steal my cat, and snuggle on the couch for a minute.  Thank you roommate for being a photo saver!

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Canon Rebel XS. 1/50sec, f / 2.0, ISO 1600.
(bee’in warm)

Day Zero One Nine: January Photo Challenge: HOME

Day 8 of the First Thirty-One over at Fourtuitous.com!  Today’s challenge was “Home”.

Home is a superfluous idea.  Some people have one definitive place that they call home, but I’ve never been one of those people.  I remember reading an article while I was traveling last year (and sadly, I can’t find it, so I will have to paraphrase), but the gist of it was – home is a definite idea for people who have never strayed far from home.  The further you stray, and the more often you go, the less and less the concept of home remains to a person, because ultimately they’ve left little pieces of themselves in every place they’ve been.  What used to be this idea of ‘home’ becomes harder and harder to find, leading you to travel to more and more places, cycling back in upon itself.  Long term relationships are tossed aside for shorter, but more meaningful interactions with other humans, and you’re stuck forever trying to find the perfect place to call home.

I have many homes.  The homes of my friends and my family, where my bicycle is, where my boyfriend is.  A small cafe in John O’Groats where I ate a piece of shortbread, in the centre of downtown Mumbai, or sunrise at a Thai market.  The lavender fields of France are as much home to me as the house I currently reside in.  It is a curse and a blessing, but one I gladly make for myself.

For today’s photo, I took a picture, not of a place, but of a feeling.  For now, until I can fund another adventure or a trip back home, home is wherever this little guy is, and right now, that’s here with me.

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Canon Rebel XS. 1/80sec, f / 2.5, ISO 400.

 

Day Zero Zero Five: Merry Christmas!

I’ve decided to do a fun little thing for Christmas this year.  I’ve taken a photo an hour (approximately) as a way to document my first Christmas in Canada away from my family.  We woke up at 7:00, and started opening gifts, and then we made breakfast and started prepping for the day.  For dinner, we headed over to my roommate’s parents house for a bit of a shindig.  With Turducken!

Canon Rebel XS. 1/80sec, f / 2.5, ISO 800.
07:30
(it’s Christmas morning, bitches)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/6sec, f / 4.5, ISO 1600.
08:30
(one of the favourite prezzies – I’ve always wanted one)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/4sec, f / 4.5, ISO 1600.
09:30
(Merry Christmas, little guy!)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/200sec, f / 4.5, ISO 1600.
10:30
(Christmas candles for a Christmas day)

Canon Rebel XS. Triptych, Photoshop CS5.
11:30
(how a real man makes breakfast)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/250sec, f / 5.6, ISO 800.
12:30
(well, almost. The Christmas Moose!)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/60 sec, f / 3.5, ISO 800.
13:30
(Carcassonne)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/25sec, f / 2.8, ISO 800.
14:30
(he’s hiding behind the Christmas tree)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/25sec, f / 2.8, ISO 800.
15:30
(the partial prezzies haul)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/50sec, f / 2.0, ISO 800.
16:30
(love and cuddles)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/5sec, f / 2.8, ISO 800.
17:30
(reflections of Christmas in the living room window)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/25sec, f / 2.8, ISO 800.
18:30
(accidentally didn’t focus on the turducken, but Linda’s sweater is lovely)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/50sec, f / 3.5, ISO 800.
19:30
(dinner preparations)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/30sec, f / 3.2, ISO 800.
20:30
(my roommate’s father in the 70s, a spitting image of my roommate)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/60sec, f / 4.0, ISO 800.
21:30
(a family gathering, they asked for the flash!)

Canon Rebel XS. 1/25sec, f / 2.8, ISO 800.
slightly after 21:30
(a man inside a man inside a man – manception)

…and 22:30 and 23:30 are missing due to the blood:wine ratio in my body.  A Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!