2009 Pinups

Monday, December 15, 2008

I'm having myself a grouchy little Christmas.

Honestly I have never felt this grumbly about the holidays in a really long time. First has to do with the fact that it has come much too quickly. YES I KNOW I say that every freaking year but this year I have felt it more than ever. My birthday is around this time, and it felt like only 2 days ago that I said to myself, while slathering sunscreen and drinking one seabreeze after another, Whew! I don't turn 90 for another half a year! And now here I am at the cusp at 90 and I don't know how it happened nor what was accomplished during the time leading up to now. Must drink less.

Second, it has not snowed. Not really. A little last week, for a few minutes, and it all melted on contact. Ironically I am not a huge fan of winter - well I take that back, I'm not a huge fan of LONG winters - but I would say an old-fashioned snowstorm would do me good. Especially as we neither have a long driveway to shovel nor a car to de-ice. So bring on the snow I say. I want it. I want it all.

I am SO grouchy that I was going to forego making the annual Cat Calendar this year. For the last 6 years or more, I have made a 12-month calendar of the boys which I give out as part of the Christmas gifts for my mother and father-in-laws, my sister-in-law, a few other cat-crazy friends. Because it really does take a special brand of crazy to want a calendar of other people's pets. Honestly though, Bunny and Veebs are so well-loved and revered in our little community, owing to their sunny dispositions and winning personalities, that it's not hard to understand, if you're insane for cats, why their pinups would be so popular.

I only skipped one other year because my nephew was born, and I assumed that he, a human being, would take precedence over feline relations. I assumed my sister-in-law would want to make a calendar for him. I assumed my mother-in-law would have wanted a 12-month calendar of her first grandchild. Oddly that was not the case.

My parents received a calendar for only one year, because my mom laughed at it and called me nuts. How dare she! So she's been off the list.

I wanted to skip this year only because I have had no time. You know how long it takes to try to pick out 12 photos from a 12 million, especially when your cats are so goddamned photogenic?! So I told Duck that No, I would not be making a cat calendar this year, and, well. He yelled at me. He said, AND YOU CALL YOURSELF A PET PHOTOGRAPHER?! Well, I would be pet photographer if I had a real portofolio site or ecommerce site or business cards ready, which hasn't yet happened (need more time, and/or personal assistant). So fine, instead of getting any headway in that department, this weekend was dedicated to making...

2009 Calendar Cover

The "10 Year Anniversary" shout-out refers to 2009 being their 10 years of being with us. It was in 1999 that I brought them home from the animal shelter, all the way out from Sudbury, MA where the two of them shared a cage for 6+ months. Sudbury is a good 30 minute plus drive from Boston, and I and my nostrils remember as if it were yesterday when Bunny puked and pooped his guts out in the car ride home. I had always meant to give him a bath afterwards, but I think after 10 years of shedding, he's as good as new.

Other calendar names from years past have been:
Baxter & VanBuren 2005: A Year in Fur
A Tail of Two Kitties: The Baxter & VanBuren 2006 Calendar (not particularly original, I'll admit)
It Was a Very Good Year: The Best of Baxter & VanBuren 2008

Mr. October 2009

In addition to the usual suspects of recipients, I think I'm giving a calendar to our financial advisor, who has never once failed, during meetings or phonecalls, to inquire after Bunny and Veebs. Cat lovers unite! Except he keeps calling Veebs "Buchannan."

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Granite Shawls

Monday, December 08, 2008

Granite Shawls Granite Shawls

Pattern: Gail aka Nightsongs. No idea why it has two names
Ravelry pattern | Web site
Yarn: Sundara Yarn Silk in Granite Falls. Used maybe half the skein
Needles: US6

This is my first shawl, destined to be my mother-in-law's Christmas gift. I saw Saccade's beautiful version of it in the same yarn, and knew it had to be done.

Granite Shawls

It was quite the mental challenge. I could not for the life of me get a mental hold of the chart and how it would translate to a shawl. The first attempt at the chart repeat, I knew leaves were not lining up and stitches were in places where they should not be. So very puzzling. I started over, this time using stitch markers and bam! I had bitten into the forbidden apple and suddenly I knew things. Everything.

The biggest revelation was that shawls are knitted top down. WOW!

I placed stitch markers each time at the beginning of each new leaf, plus one in the center, and so as the shawl grew I was able to clearly see when I was knitting a new leaf vs a filler leaf. It helped this first-time shawl knitter immensely. Now I get it, but would probably stick with using stitch markers regardless.

I messed up on the chart reading for the edging though. There is an extra repeat between the two final leaves, right in the middle.

Granite Shawls

But I get it now. Shawls from here on out will be a breeze. I just have to convince my hands and shoulders that they want to knit another one. My mind says More! but my phalanges, they say F*&#$ you.

So I've already posted some details of the shawl on Ravelry, and to post the photos on Rav I had to also post them on Flickr, and now I'm posting them here..maybe this is why I don't blog so often because all this business of posting is getting really repetitive, you know?

I feel like I spend most of my time uploading and cross-uploading and by the time I'm finally ready to write something down, my energy has waned and you see posts like, Hello. Here's a photo. My cat is wearing a scarf. OK. Bye.

I have to think about my strategem on this blogging business some more, particularly when it comes to knit-blogging. It's a good thing I don't talk about knitting on F@cebook. It would be out of control.

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The Triplets of Catville

Thursday, December 04, 2008

There is just not enough time in the day!!! That's pretty much the summary of the last 2+ weeks.

I recently did a shoot of 3 cats who live in my neighborhood. I freaking love cats. So much. Could have photographed them all day long until the break of dawn. These guys were so sweet. Everytime I got low to shoot one, another would come along and butt heads with the lens. There were a lot of blurry shots.

I haven't gone through all the photos but here are some faves:

The lazy-eyed one. You're not sure if she's looking at you or near you...

Tilly

The playful one.

Truman

The thoughtful one.

Moxie

Do we like this last photo? It's a little grainy, flarey, imperfect. But I think that's why I like it. Maybe. Hmm.

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Roasted Scarf

Friday, November 14, 2008

Roasted Scarf

Pattern: Wedge scarf by NorahGaughn
Yarn: Sundara Sock Yarn in Roasted Persimmon over Green Papaya
Needles: US2
Mods:I changed all p2tog's to k2tog's

Started this scarf in Beijing and finished it while somewhere over the North Pole (direct flights from the Far East to the East Coast are awesome). It's for Duck and the color looks fab on him.

Runaway model

It also looks fabulous on Bunny, as all scarves - and ribbons - are wont to look. So, it is with much shock and sadness that I announce Bunny's early retirement from scarf modeling. He has decided to become a full-time Liaison to the Squirrels. We wish him all the best.

Runaway model

Little stinker.

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Back to work

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Hi. I'm way behind. No one is surprised. I got back from China last week, voted, caught a cold from the guy sitting next to me on the plane who had the most digustingly phlegmy cough, and have spent most of the week trying to catch up on sleep, getting over cold (not quite yet) and catching up on work (ugh definitely not quite yet). Daylight savings is not helping. My productivity level plummets when it starts getting dark. So I start getting unproductive at around 3:30-4:00pm these days. Horrible.

I have so many more photos and stories from China to share, but I should get back to the routine I was trying to establish before I left. If I stop talking about pet photography I will lose any inertia I may have had, and I don't want that to happen. Because I haven't made much progress elsewhere on the biz side. I haven't gotten cards made, haven't set up site, coming with an actual biz plan, etc. OH what a pain in the ass, if only my fairy godmother was around to do it all for me. I know the vendor I want to use for the cards, I know what I want the site to look like, it's all a matter of implementation. And knitty gritty details. My brain sputters at the mention of nailing down the knitty gritty details.

Anyway, I gotta just shut up and get on with it.

SO. During a beautiful, warm Saturday afternoon sometime in late September, my sister-in-law hooked me up with her co-worker's black lab named Maggie. We met at a beach near the Rhode Island border. Oddly there was no one around, we had the entire beach to ourselves. Great weather + docile dog + beach + new camera lens = Everything's going to come out perfect without much effort. Right?

Well. Very nearly. But not quite.

First, the sun. OH GOD the sun. There was not a cloud in the sky. I purposely scheduled it for a late afternoon shoot, but still the sun was everywhere, bouncing off the white sand, the water, the dog's fur. I got nothing but glare. Here she's almost a yellow labrador. Lesson #1: get polarizer for lens.

Second, the owner would not let Maggie off the leash, not for a second, even though she was as well-mannered as a lady could be, and not another soul was around. The owner was all, She's going to run after the squirrels! Right. Beach squirrels. Then he was all, Labs are so cool, they have webbed feet to aid in swimming!! And yet there we were, at the beach, and her webbed feet remained dry.

I am sure I will get paying clients who insist their dogs remain leashed. I will just have to be sure to mention that a leash might "compromise" the photographs, do my best under the circumstances, then go home and curse when I have to spend 5 extra hours in front of the computer Photoshopping the leashes out of every picture.

I'm not great at it yet, but getter better I think.



Not terrible right? I can still see where the leash was, as my editings skillz weren't quite so clean, but I showed the above to the owner and he wants to buy an 8x10, so hah. Fooled him. Man that sun is harsh though.

Here's another shot where the leash was everywhere, but thought if it could be removed, the photo would be pretty decent.

The leash extends out from her back and out of frame to the left. I did use the clone stamp to clone parts of that yellow bushy plant over there and stamp out the leash. I didn't attempt to remove any more leash from above the dog's back because it sucked. My eyes were dying. But again, the owner did not seem to notice or mind the disappearing leash since he ordered two of these in 5x7, heh heh heh.

Well the light wasn't getting any softer even as the afternoon went on, so I decided to try something different, and that was to shoot directly into the sun, with Maggie all backlit and beautiful. I was seeing white spots for awhile, but the results came out exactly as I hoped it would, all warm and golden and soft. Also, I heart lens flare.

    

It was easy to Photoshop out the leash on that one.

When it's not so easy to Photoshop out the leash, and you don't feel like doing it, employ some creative cropping instead...



Ta-da!

Out of the 200-some photos I took, there were only about 10-15 that I really liked. That's not much return at all. At this stage I can't tell if the small number is due to me starting to get really picky about what shots are actually "good," or if it's because most of them actually suck. Maybe it's perfectly OK if most of them suck, as long as I can tell they suck. I'm working on my eye!

So even with the other challenges which prevented me from getting shots of a black lab frolicking along the beach, kicking up sand, or splashing in the ocean, I still thought this was a great shoot in terms of the experience gained and the lessons learned.

And because the owner bought a lot of prints.

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Pets!

Sunday, November 02, 2008

I'm sorry about the last post. Let me try to make it up to you.

Puppy

Spaniel in the sun   Spaniel in the sun

Puppy in a basket

Pekinese mix (?) guarding his house

He wouldn't invite me in

It's Fat Orange Cat Studios gone global! Wang wang! (That's what Chinese dogs say)

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Cr0tchless in Beijing

Friday, October 31, 2008

I've been in Beijing for 2 weeks now and if there's one thing I must name - and I can name plenty - that I will never become accustomed to even after having been here for 200 years, it's the concept of the kaidangku.

What is that you ask?

There's a hole in your pants   Diapers are for sissies

When I look at this I feel like I'm going to spontaneously come down with cholera.
I might be overreacting. I might not be.
Who knew exposed bottoms could cause so much internal confusion.

That's right! Toddler pants! That are unsealed! On purpose! So your potty-untrained child does not have to encumber you nor himself when nature calls! How bad can living under Communism be when you're free to wee when you please?! Which can happen at ANY SECOND without warning - like when you're walking along from behind, or maybe while you're unfortunately standing next to the same tree.

Here is another more graphic shot of the kaidangku and what it can do to your dignity and self-respect. Especially if they have been crocheted.

I was hoping that if I waited two weeks before I posted about this phenomenom that I would have somewhat positive thing to say about wearing kaidangku's:
China is greener without disposal diapers in landfills.
Chinese household saves hundreds of RMPs per month and uses money to buy LV bag (real one) for only child.
Baby's bottom in China is 300% drier than that of Western counterparts.
Has never known the horrors of diaper rash.

But one day there were children running around just outside a restaurant we were about to patronize. Each of their undersides were exposed for all to see. Baby bottoms are supposed to be cute so shoot me because I saw them and completely lost my appetite.

I was hoping too that they're not actually allowed to go in public, and if they're too young to speak, they have some secret code with their guardian so that they could be quickly taken to a facility. A real one. That has a door. Not a bush or a tree or some corner in the train station.

OH IF ONLY!

A few days ago I turned the corner and came face to face with a toddler and his seamless pants in action, doing a #2 on a grassy knoll separating the street and the busy sidewalk, while his grandmother held him aloft from behind, knees hooked over her arms.

The reaction I had was like a rocket boost and I ran and ran and ran and could have kept running home to Boston if the sidewalk wasn't so clogged with people.

The thing is, my cats don't wear pants, and yet...

Also I believe dog owners pay a hefty fine here if refuse is not picked up...so how come...?

"Having face" is something that's important to the Chinese, so this sort of practice confuses me all the more, particularly in a cosmo city like Beijing.

They say the practice is much diminished here in the city. I would think that if you invent something like the compass, and construct something like the Bird's Nest, you could patch up that hole in your pants, no sweat.

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Am not a haggler, do not find it fun

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

I suck at bargaining! I walked into the Silk Market today, a very popular shopping area where haggling is required, knowing full well to never pay for more than 20%-30% of the asking price, and yet I ended up paying US$60 for two pairs of "True Religion" jeans when really I wanted to pay no more than US$30 for both. Either my math crumbled under all the pressure, or I fell for the "I'm not going to be able to eat tonight" fake sob story. I stink! Bargaining is not for me.

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