So I took most of the winter off from photography… not because I lost interest, but because I was just tired of “searching” for something to photograph and blog about. Now that Spring is in the air, and the colors are starting to peep out of the foliage, I’m feeling the urge to carry my camera around and search again.

This photo was taken several days ago when Sandee was counting her loose change. I’ll be hitting her up for a loan later on. :)

Glamour Shot

Eddie looks so sad and so mature to only be about eight months old. I was not planning to do an animal portrait today, but it’s the only thing I shot today. With the overcast skies and drizzly rain, I didn’t make it out to the Native American festival at Stone Mountain as I’d intended. I’ll bet that would have resulted in some colorful photos.

Oh well, it’s hard to go wrong with a dog photo. :)




My heart is so heavy for the people of Japan. I can’t even find the words to express how the situation makes me feel.

I chose to post this picture because I took it at the lake early on Saturday morning after I’d been glued to the TV all of Friday night, not able (actually, not wanting) to fully comprehend the horrible carnage I was seeing. A half a world away, people’s lives were upside down… outside my door, the epitome of calm.

I’ve never seen the fog so thick on the lake, and it lent a surreal air to the quiet of the morning. The heron on the edge of the point moving silently through the still waters, it was so very peaceful.

I felt so fortunate, and so very sad.

R.I.P., Sweet Abbie

My Sweet Girl

I’ve had my sweet tortoiseshell Abbie (aka Miss Abbie, Abigail, Miss Gail) for a bit over 16 years now. I found her in the warehouse at City Paper Company in Birmingham. She was just a tiny little thing, was running a very high fever, and also had an abscess on her back, probably from another cat’s bite. And me, with my sick sense of humor decided to name her Abbie for abscess. She didn’t seem to mind. :)

I already had three cats in the house, and didn’t really want to have a fourth, so after getting her well, I gave her to a co-worker who took her home, but brought her back the next day. Her husband didn’t like that she kept jumping on the bed to sleep with them. I took it as a sign that she should be with me, and she’s never been away from me since.

I think that’s what I’ll miss the most, having a cat who loves nothing more than being in my lap or sleeping on the pillow by my head. My other two cats love to be with me, but Abbie was insistent that she be given preferential treatment… and she got it.

At first, she didn’t like it when I got the two orange kittens a little over six years ago, but over time, she grew to accept them, and most of the time, she and Tigger slept all curled up together. However, in the last several days, she wanted nothing to do with them or me, and just wanted to be under the bed. She hadn’t had a normal digestive process in over two weeks, twice in to the vet for an enema just to give her some relief. She stopped eating and seemed weak and confused. It’s time to say goodbye to my faithful friend and companion.

I did not want to traumatize her (or me) by taking her into the vet tomorrow, so I called an in-home euthanasia vet. They happened to have an opening in the early afternoon. I set the time, got off the phone, and wailed.

The vet and her technician were prompt, professional, and so very compassionate. It made the whole ordeal so much easier on all of us. All of the paper work and payment was taken care of ahead of time, for which I was grateful.

When I was ready, the vet gave Abbie the shot that would cause her to sleep. I held her in my arms and talked to her and stroked her and kissed the top of her head until I felt her relax. During this time, the vet was asking me about Abbie and her life, and it was a sweet retelling of what a wonderful cat she’s been. After holding her for about five minutes and knowing she was totally asleep, I gave her to the vet to administer the final injection.

We had a towel for her on the floor in my den. After the injection, the doctor listened to her heart until she was gone. Not 10 seconds after she said Abbie was gone, the sun broke through the clouds, came in through my window, and shone through the beveled glass on my coffee table. Right next to Abbie’s body, a beautiful rainbow was cast on the floor, and was there for about 30 seconds and then was gone. I said to the vet and her tech, that I guess Abbie was crossing the Rainbow Bridge. The tech said it gave her chills at the timing of the appearance of the rainbow.

Abbie was given a good life, and she did nothing but give love in return. As hard as it is to go through this grief at the end, the only way to avoid it is to not have a pet. I hope I am never without one.

Goodbye, Abbie. I love you.


Peace Lily

The peace lily is one of my favorite plants/flowers because of its graceful curves, its simple elegance, and its name.

I took this picture years ago when I worked in Birmingham. I wish it had been much sharper, but I didn’t really know what I was doing technically with my photography then. I did like how starkly white it looked against the black door that was behind it.

In any case, tonight, I post this in honor of my friends, Roy & Mary Parker, their children, Brad and Denise, and the rest of the family & community who have been so shaken by a barbaric and senseless crime.

I hope they can find light in their darkness and peace in the midst of the storm.

So may we all.


All That's Left | 70mm, f/7.1, 1/15 sec, ISO 200

Good grief! Saw this sight in downtown Decatur. If you’re going to lock your bike, and if you have the kind of bike where it has the “easy release tire,” I guess you shouldn’t chain the lock to the removable tire!!

It’s a real shame that 1) you have to lock YOUR property in a public place, and 2) even if you lock it, someone else thinks they can just take it. What is wrong with some people?!