This week I have been messing about with close-ups. I bought some close up filters to give them a try, and although the lighting wasn’t brilliant I thought I would give them a run in the garden with my umm… well, weeds quite frankly.
The close up filters don’t fit on my zoom/macro lens and I am not sure how much of a difference they would make with that so I used my 18-55 lens. Hopefully I will figure things out and as usual end up going my own way rather than the ‘right way’ as is often my want.
Lots more practice with this yet. I have also decided that my next purchase will be an off camera flash to start playing with flash photography a little bit more. Still, lots of fun to be had with this first if the weather ever improves of course.
Something a little bit different. I have been training my ex racing Greyhound Jack to stop what ever he is doing and run to my room and get onto my bed and lie down when I shout ’Jack, Bed’.
The reason I am doing this is because I am still trying to acquaint my cat and him and trying to get them both to understand that they are now sharing a living space.
Now, my cat will always be the boss and without wanting to disrespect her, the problem at the moment is largely with her in that she is a rescue also. Whist she is very loving she is not a lap cat so introductions are very hard as she will not be held and she escapes and scarpers. Of course his instinct is to chase any scarpery fluffy running away thing.
So, the ‘Jack, Bed!’ Stops him from chasing her and bit by bit as she realises she is not going to have a hulk of a hound on her tail she will hopefully stop scarpering so I can do the introductions properly and give the lady her throne back.
So, the training of the ‘Jack, Bed’ has been successful A bit too successful in that now he appears to have gone completely deaf in the actually getting back off the bed bit. (he sneaks on it all the time anyways).
This dog has so many funny quirks. Greyhound ears are brilliant in that they go in any direction. When Jack knows you want him not to do something his ignoring tactic is ears back and try to just not look at you at all. If he does look at you it is in the ‘just love me, leave me alone’ type way, eyes glazed over and I ‘cannot hear you’. Add to that I will also hide and pretend none of this is happening.
However his back leg appears to have a life of it’s own… it will find those ears, he always does this. When he excited the leg comes up to scratch his ears, when he is being asked to something he does not want to do, same thing. That leg is his subconsciousness and it gives him away each and every time.
So, this conversation with my pets is a typical me finding Jack firmly placed on my bed. Excuse my deep northern accent and the many, many, different tones of voice I use in trying to get his attention. This dog is the master of ignoring.
I won’t lie, I left him there, he was too cute. The ‘Jack, Down’ training will commence tomorrow I think.
Now, I only ask this as I follow blogs because I enjoy looking at them and reading them and I really do try to read all the blogs I follow, all of them. I may not be able to do it on a daily basis but I rely on my reader to show me all the posts from the blogs I follow.
However, over the past few weeks I have noticed that blogs I am following at not all showing up in my reader.
Is this a known problem or am I doing something wrong? Also an explanation to anyone I am following if I am not liking your posts it is because I probably have not seen it.
It is kind of bugging me now and I just wanted to know if anyone else was having this problem and if so is there a way to resolve it?
Thanking you. No photo or poem… crisis mode.
This is a poet’s soul,
An endless stream of vivid colours spinning in a Pyrex bowl;
A soul that’s drawn to autumn lanes;
To window spills and summer rains,
The deepest frost-enveloped nights
Filled up with cracker box delights,
And wraith-sketched landscapes half complete;
The seams where juxtapositions meet;
And half-snatched, muffled conversations
Filled with secret connotations.
This is a soul that has no need for any orchestrated tears.
Walked for miles among the flowers,
making footsteps on the sand,
but the simplest thing you rarely did.
You never held my hand.
Such a simple side of tenderness,
a thing so easy done,
that means more than any token
of any heart too easy won.
If we never had a penny,
in this life that can’t be planned,
that never would have mattered
if you had only held my hand.
Grand gestured never were my thing,
I always knew that from the start.
It’s the little things that mean the most
to this simplistic heart.
The things I wanted to shoot more than anything were the giraffes monkeys, orangutans, elephants and wolves.
The elephants were indoors and behind a really high thick metal fence that was not for zooming through, was still amazing to see them though and I did what I could under the circumstances.
The monkeys and orangutans were getting a new enclosure built so were not out at all… gutted. However, it was as always an amazing day.
I have literally hundreds of photographs but just posting a few for now. My favorite is the brazen monkey sunbathing with his baby and his …. ummm bits and bobs out, scratching his chest and looking like an animal version of the back stage of a Jeremy Kyle show.
Best bit of the day was the simplest for me, peacocks showing off to their females . I have not seen that up close since I was a child.
I really want to go back soon and get some more pictures. I have always felt a little uncomfortable with animals caged up but they all seemed quite happy and contented and well looked after. I cannot lie, I would much prefer to enjoy wildlife on a safari but you know, without that lottery win the zoo will have to do and it was worth every penny. Fabulous rare sunny day (god the weather here has been dire up to the last few days!) and I actually got a bit sunburn on the back of me neck!!
Roll on summer and this weather to continue so we can do more of this.
All these things have changed me,
bit by bit,
the journey from a life
which did not fit.
Closing doors to past days,
Removal from the things
I used to know.
A better way for us
is where I lead.
My children, pets, friends, love,
that’s all I need.
Contentment at this scale
I’ve never known.
Heart nourished the first time,
I have grown.
So, as we take our wander
by the sea,
I know there is no other
life for me.
I could not want for more,
or even less,
surrounded and enriched
Before he came to me, in his whole four-year life Jack had never ever been outside of the kennel and racetrack. He had never seen the outside world, ever in his life before that day. Every single thing he has seen since he came to live with us is completely alien to him.
Today Jack saw his first poodle.
I told him it was rude to stare and then laugh raucously.
He didn’t listen.
I had to take him home.