The year has turned and the days are getting longer again. As if to emphasize this, last night provided plenty of snow and today offered sunshine from a cloudless sky, making a photo-walk in the fields an exquisitely light experience.
The bird in the treetop is a parrot crossbill – a new acquaintance for me!
I’ve mentioned the cat calendar I’m working on, and I’ve had a few photo sessions for it by now. Obviously, I want to save the intended calendar shots for later, but I’d like to introduce some of my models nonetheless!
Meeting these cats – be they shy or affectionate – makes me think it’s a good thing I have Lo, who doesn’t want to share me. If I didn’t, with all the space and peace available around here, and all the abandoned cats available out there, I’d be a fully fledged crazy cat lady by now.
As I hurried out today to catch some daylight in this dark season, a bright spot in the dying greenery caught my eye. I didn’t actually believe it until I was standing but a foot away staring straight at it.
My rose-bush, that withered in the summer draught and never managed to put forth flowers again after the rains came back, had apparently not given up the fight in spite of snow, storms, frost and darkness, because there it was: a single, perfect flower – in November!
To paraphrase sir Terry Pratchett: a tiny “Yes!” in the dark 😀
This is Sune. He used to be homeless. He was rescued from the street by the cat shelter Djurens Vänner in Tenhult, Sweden, together with two siblings. One of the others didn’t make it.
Since four years Sune and his sister Silvia live in a loving home with their new human. They are both models for a new project of mine – the Cat Calendar 2016. Not too surprisingly, it’s a calendar in the making for 2016, meant to contain pictures of rescued cats and something of their stories, and produced entirely to benefit cat shelter activity in Sweden.
As the rain fell rather drearily outside, I was a little surprised when the cat went out the door – and didn’t come straight back in. Peeking out, I realised that he was making the most of our little roofed porch, lying snugly on the fleece I keep on one of the seats and watching the birds at the feeder, safe from the drizzle. I went in to fetch the camera.
As I came sneaking out low to catch this, however…