PHOTOGRAPHY 101

 

Mine Mommy does still remember one of the first rules 

learned in her long-ago photography class.
Though apparently she forgot it here.

"See what the camera sees", the instructor always said, 

especially when a student shared a photo with 

the proverbial light pole sticking up out of someone's head ...

So I seem to have an alien space ship landing on my head.

Or am wearing something reminiscent of a Jackie Kennedy pillbox hat?

Lampshade?  Yeah.  Right behind me, glowing in all its brilliance.

You'd have thought with her supposed photoshop skills [?]

she might have cropped it out and away ...

What did she do instead?  Thought maybe it would look "cute",

all altered weird 'n' crazy 'n' colorful to use as her I-phone wallpaper.

Turns out not.

I was only phone wallpaper less than 2 minutes.  

Now pretty flowers bloom there.

Happy June.

4:00 A.M

We are in the early to bed, early to rise CATegory.
Definitely up by 4 am [ET], sometimes even earlier.

While I set up the Keurig for my coffee, Southern Pecan preferred, 

June has breakfast nearby.
I sit at our little table, barefoot, pajama legged, 

sipping that hot wonderful brew, 

seeing city lights in the still dark.  

Little movement on Charles Street.  All is so quiet.  
The birds not yet ready to rise and chirp.  
Soon the sun will begin to rise over the high rise office towers 

and apartment buildings before me ... 
another day has been gifted to us.  

June?  She sits quietly under my chair.

GETTING READY

Wow. Meowz.  

I can't believe it's finally here.

Some kitties wait for CatMus [Christmas] ... for their Birthday, their Gotcha Day ... not me!

I mean, really, s'riously, c'mon!  Why wait for a day, just one day ...

when there is a whole month ... like thirty days ... 30 days ... 

you I can have, just for yourself... for myself, me and I?  Meowz!

So, yes.  I wait a whole eleven months for JUNE to arrive.

My month.

And for days now I've been preening and fluffing and pretty-ing myself all up!

Meowz.

I'm ready!  Are you?

Oh, wait a minute, I think I still see a bit of litter stuck on my tail ...

be back soon ...

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ps ... had to let mine Mommy have her say ...

THE SOLDIER

Charles M. Province, U.S. Army Veteran,
is the author of this poem, said to hang in The Pentagon, Arlington, VA, without retribution.
Although there are several variations in circulation, the above was
copyrighted by Mr. Province in 1970.

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All faiths, nationalities, ages, genders and even many not considered able-bodied have given hearts, souls and lives to serve for us ~ each of us ~ past and present.  Is there one who cannot name a veteran loved and lost, family or friend?  As you celebrate today, or shop the usual sales and events, or attend a parade ~ take time to say a quiet prayer, to say thank you, to remember.  And tomorrow do the same ~ for sadly it continues.  And please also remember the thirteen young soldiers who most recently gave their lives in the foolish and unnecessary Iran War started by and continued by a craven and irresponsible man-child ego driven president and his go along get along administration and congress. 

 

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