(I was sitting outside, minding my own business, when this critter ran into me and landed on the pavement nearby. I didn’t get a good look at it until later, when editing on my mainframe some snaps taken with my camera phone. Actually my subject was cats…so this grasshopper shot was a bonus.)
Day Two of my return to the blogging world. Of course with a post about a cat…er, kitten…named Alice. Just one photo this post. I see that the posting system has changed while I was off day-dreaming. Alice is growing by leaps and bounds, and this shot was a month ago…I just happen to have half a gazillion more stashed away.
The first feature that fascinated me is the golden-hued appearance of the buildings in the background. Although born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio, and having worked in the city and knew my way around in the 1950s, new construction and infrastructure has changed the city appearance so much that I am not able to discuss many details. (The city’s iconic Terminal Tower is seen from a different perspective than is normally photographed. This striking golden-hue is a small part of the magnificent appearance of the entire Cleveland sky-line which obviously can only be appreciated at a given time of afternoon, with a bright Sun illuminating the buildings…and while heading East on the I-90/I-71 highway bridge. *Not to say that is the only vantage viewpoint.)
We were downtown for the purpose of attending 13-year-old great-granddaughter’s first formal photography class exhibit, a project of the Ohio Arts Council. The show was very well done, with names on the wall and five photos which each participant shot and developed from film. We arrived downtown about two hours early, and parked in a great spot on Detroit Avenue, so I took some photos of my own, which are included in this WordPress Post. (Please note that the Time Stamp on these photos is wrong, the actual date should be 12/09/2018, the time 16:43 is probably right.)
Time to update the outside cat shelter. Lots of straw, tarps, assorted crates and wood…and a big table… plus more to come.
Barbara, for faithful followers’ information, is the wild Calico Cat that lives outside and was rarely seen…until the greenhouse where she hung out for years was torn down last spring, leaving poor Barbara rather confused and homeless. But now she has apparently decided to move into the shelter on my back deck. She is not afraid of me, and comes out when I call her name. All of the cats locally defer to and respect “crazy Barbara” as she is sometimes called…they make room at the food dish and water pan, and apparently tolerate the tough old lady.
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