Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cats. Show all posts

Saturday, January 31, 2026

THE WHITE CAT...

 I met her, 19 years ago, after we moved in. She liked to swirl her feather duster tail around my feet. So pretty. I took her picture. Often. It was how I started to seriously get into photography. Because of her. 

White Cat came every day. She was my model. 

Her housemate, I had named “the Lion”, liked to follow her. Sometimes curious. From afar. From the fence. He just stared.

When I met their family, I discovered White Cat’s name was “Cordelia”. The Lion was “Patience”. It was a great way to meet friends...

I discovered White Cat liked to sleep in the grape vines. It was closer to the birds. She liked the birds. A lot. I used to find bird heads in the garden.

She brought me the head of a bird ( such a lovely gift). I took the hint, and started photographing birds. Live ones. 

And the occasional, slithering garter snake. I praised her. Patience still never left the fence. He just stared. I praised him for being so attentive.

Seasons changed. Years toddled by. Cordelia came over to visit in snow, rain, the heat of summer. Other cats followed her here. Patience still stared from his fence.

She no longer hung out in the grape vines, but opted to sit on the steps.

Cordelia got cuddles.

Hawks hunting in the yard, swooped low to catch prey. The hawk hooked her yellow talons over bare tree branches, to sit and watch Patience. 

Cordelia concerned herself with washing her pretty paws.

Cordelia always brought her friends. Now there are different cats who come by every day. Golden Mr. Spencer still shows up . To whisper greetings. 

In latter years, Cordelia and Patience could no longer get over the fence. I’d go to them, up on the hill. Through the slats, I’d see them nuzzling together, under the trees, in the long grass.

After all those years, Patience let me reach through to stroke his golden lion’s mane. Cordelia always by his side. We had many sweet words together, those gentle souls, and I.

But at the end of the day, they always looked to home.

Then it was only Cordelia who came to share a quiet moment in the day. She was a little slower, but still so sweet and lovely.  At last, she formally retired inside, to a warm home and the family who loved her.

But for 19 years, she was my muse, an inspiration.

I can still see her, when the light is low in the winter sun, and hear myself whispering: 

 “Hello, White Cat…what beautiful adventure shall we have today?”


 Photographs 2026  In memory of Cordelia ( Jan 2026 age of 19) 

                           and Patience ( March 2024 age of 18)

Saturday, September 6, 2025

BLOOD MOON RISING...

"There are nights when the wolves are silent, and only the moon howls..." -George Carlin
"The moon is always jealous of the heat of the day....." -Alice Hoffman
 
                                             

"Don't tell me the moon is shining. Show me the glint of light on broken glass..."

                                                                                                              - Anton Chekhov

                                   "Stay wild, Moon child..." -Ritta Klint
"See a flame in a spark. See great things in little beginnings..." -Richard Sibbes
"God put the moon in the sky to remind us that our darkest moments lead to our brightest..." -Lynne Ewing
"Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe..." -Hanako Ishii

                                          
"The moon was so beautiful that the ocean held up a mirror..."

                                                                    -Ani DiFranco 


             "Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly ..." -Khaled Hosseni           

"You're my flame in the dark. We chase away the shadows around each other..." -Richelle Mead
"Drag me to the moon, to catch a star an seize its brilliance, as I'm swept up in amorphous dust..." -Bradley Chicho
         "We ran as if to meet the moon..." -Robert Frost
"Don't tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon..." -Paul Brandt
"The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon..." -Jean Ingelow
Photographs 2025 Campbell River, B.C.

 

Wednesday, August 27, 2025

SIMPLE THINGS...

"If the simple things of nature have a message you understand, rejoice, for you are alive!" -Eleanor Duse

"Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us..." -Albert Schweitzer
"Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things..." -Robert Breault
"Why should we give God thanks? Because everything we have comes from God...." -Billy Graham
"Nature always wears the colours of the spirit..." 

     - Ralph Waldo Emerson

                                 "Rest and be thankful..." -William Wordsworth
"In all the things of nature is something of the marvelous..."

                                                                      -Aristotle

"Real life isn't always going to be perfect... " -Sarah Ban Breathnach
"Life is a series of thousands of tiny little miracles..."

                                                                                                              - OurMindfulLife

                                         Reflect..............
"Be grateful for every good thing that comes to you..."- Wallace D. Wattles
                                   Create more thankfulness......
"We must find the time to stop and thank the people who make a difference in our lives...."-John F. Kennedy
"The simple things........the most extraordinary..." -Paulo Coelho
"Every single event in your life, especially the difficult lessons, make you smarter , stronger and wiser than you were yesterday!" -Jennifer Young
"The thankful heart will find, in every hour, some heavenly blessings..." -Henry Ward Beecher

 Photographs 2025