Last week I lost Hermonie, my side-kick black cat of 14 years. Hermonie became my pet (or the other way around) in 2002. My wife and I had just married, moved to a new city, and went to the rescue center to get a cat. There was one cage with a litter of kittens. A rowdy, jellicle-cat stuffed her black and white paws out at my wife when she walked by, and my wife was hooked. My wife pointed the cat out and the attendant pulled her from the cage. The other cats in the litter were all black, and my eyes fell on the tiny runt in the back corner with her limbs folded easy under her body. As the attendant was handing the jellicle cat over to my wife, I asked her for another, for the runt in the back. The jellicle, who survives her sister, is named Meow. The runt was named Hermonie.
The jellicle, Meow, continued her wild, insatiable streak. The reserved, Hermonie, grew into the typical cat that doesn’t bend to the human. She initiated petting by giving a bite on the hand, and then another bite to indicate pet time was over. She wouldn’t be held, and wouldn’t sit in your lap if it was the last place on a burning Earth. She didn’t sleep in the beds bought for her, but would sleep in fresh laundry baskets and inside clean linen closets. She sprung the door stoppers at 3am when hungry, and slapped the blind strings when she wanted others to awake to join her. She scurried off the bed when you went to bed to only come back later and sleep (and snore) on your chest. And then the other things, like pooping next to the litter box and her stringent, merciless job of unwinding toilet paper rolls.
Nine months ago, and somewhat overnight, Hermonie fell ill. The vet ran blood tests and reported end stage renal failure. She told me she had a week left, tops. I opted to take her home for one more day to say goodbye, and scheduled the euthanasia the next day. That night she ate deli turkey (her favorite), and then slept next to me purring all along. The next day was better. And then the next was even better. By the next week she had dropped needed weight, and was moving around more than she had in years. She kicked the dog out of his bed and was jumping up on counters and tables again. Of course, I knew that she wasn’t magically healed. I knew this was a burst. Everyone says they will let you know when it is time, and she was clearly telling me there was more stuff in the tank.
That ninth life burned out two weeks ago. She went blind, and then eating and drinking became difficult. I pledged against suffering and selfishness. I scheduled another appointment. The night before, my aloof cat, jumped into my lap when playing video games, curled once, purred, and slept. A damn lap cat, fourteen years in the making.
So of course I chickened out again on the next appointment. But another week went by and our evasion was over. We had ran far and hid well, but death scratched incessant at the door. It was time. I picked her up from her food bowl, sitting next to her sister, Meow. We went to meet it and she left on a sunny Texas afternoon–in trailing clouds of glory.
But enough about the end. This runt cat survived the pound. She slept on the desks of college newlyweds. She walked across the keyboards during thesis writing. She watched us form careers. She traversed 5000 miles and lived in three different states. She saw all three babies came home from the hospital. She watched her family grow. She slept at the feet of her human sisters, and hissed at them when they tossed and turned. And then when told she had to leave it, she doubled down for another nine months. On her own terms. Always. She lived them. She ended it on them.
Farewell my friend.
Too often when doing sunset timed landscapes photographs, I focus on getting that last starburst of sun before it retreats into the horizon. Over time I have actually enjoyed the afterglow, that twilight time before it goes dark. While serene, the quietude didn’t last long as what sounded like a hundred coyotes started in with their howls on the hilltop to the left. My truck was parked at the end of that gravel trail, roughly two miles away, so I had to get going.
“When the peacock has presented his back, the spectator will usually begin to walk around him to get a front view; but the peacock will continue to turn so that no front view is possible. The thing to do then is to stand still and wait until it pleases him to turn. When it suits him, the peacock will face you. Then you will see in a green-bronze arch around him a galaxy of gazing haloed suns. This is the moment when most people are silent.” – Flannery O’Conner.
I haven’t done panoramic photos in quite some time, and I am definitely out of shape in the process. Both of these were suppose to be much wider but I must have not lined the individual shots up correctly. When I tried to stitch them together in Photoshop, it was a hot mess. So I had to drop out some frames to get them to work. Both of these are roughly 5-6 stitched images. The top one were a series of long exposures take before dawn. The latter was about 45 minutes later…testament to how quickly light changes in the early morning.
A few snags taken from a drive around Willow City Loop, a scenic drive near the town of Fredericksburg, Texas. I moved to Texas in the dead of winter, and heard much about the wildflowers of spring. Come spring time, they lived up to the stories. At the peak, it’s hard to find any area not teemed with the wildflowers, especially the blue bonnets (which seem to be closer to purple than blue in my opinion…but blue-bonnets does sound better than purple-bonnets or lavender-bonnets).
In the evenings, I have been attempting to run down the energy of our Labrador with a combination of running and exploring the wooded areas near our house where he can go off leash. Below is a forgotten farm shed I had came across before, but returned today with a camera…and dog, who is usually nervous and did bark and raised back hair once towards something that bothered him…that I couldn’t see. A bit unnerving.
Also of note, Lightroom rolled out it’s new update, and this time included it’s own HDR and Panorama merge (always had to pump out to a plugin or Adobe Photoshop before). I AM DIGGING the HDR merge in the new release, and highly recommend to those seeking a more natural “exposure fusion” approach to bracketed photographs. I like most HDR, but most often, shoot in brackets to get the full dynamic range, to get what you can’t get in just one shot. Before HDR programs, I use to load my bracketed shots into layers in Photoshop, and then mask and brush between those layers to get the full range of light…the HDR. It was tedious and took a great amount of time, but I found you could teeter on the nexus point of perfect exposure and the surreal. Going too far into the latter has given “HDR” some bad rap. What I love most about the Lightroom HDR Merge is that it retains the control of RAW. In other words, files aren’t converted into TIFFs or JPEGs before entering an HDR processor. What this means is when the HDR is sewn together, you still have much leeway for adjusting exposure, white balance, tone curves, color levels, etc. It’s like it spits back to you an HDR file in RAW format (actually .DNG). Then you can apply any preset you have created or go slider pulling. In the below, I went to a preset I use that mutes the tones, warms the image, and drops the exposure a bit. Both were bracketed shots at -2/0/2 @ f11. Again, I really dig the natural approach in the new Lightroom update. So check it out if you like more of that “exposure fusion” look.
Oh, and in my absence, I have finally dedicated the time to building a website. Check it out at http://www.brandonbrasseauxphotography.com. It’s still a work in progress, but finally moving forward.
If I can get away with one more…
These egrets were never-leavers. They stayed the whole year. Pelicans, a litany of ducks, and smaller waterfowl would teem this peer on the river. These egrets would fly, swoop, and roost with all of them. But then they all went home. It warmed up, and the summer suffocated the air, The egrets could still be found at the peer.
This is another old, and hopefully not a redux. I can guarantee if it is a re-post, the image didn’t look like this as I did a good bit of editing to get it to this point…and it’s one of my favorite black and white pieces I’ve done to date.
Like my previous post, I enjoyed the composition but it teemed with distracting elements. I removed most of them, and when finished, liked the way it added enhanced the spotlight of the elephant. Of course, by removing the crowd elements it evokes a sadness, a depression to the subject.
I captured this one from my father-in-law’s horse farm a few years ago. The horse was standing at the entrance of the born, and probably wondering why I had not given him any feed yet. Maybe. Horses always give me the evil eye no matter what I am doing.
This is another photography I kept but never touched. I probably kept it because of the horse’s presentation. The original had the blackness of the barn, but many other distracting elements. I enjoyed processing this one as it demonstrates less can be more, and with the processing tools we have now, it’s to easier to simplify a distracting original. I converted to grayscale, dropped the exposure, and then cloned out the stuff that was distracting. Then I went ahead and cloned out everything save for the horse. This one seemed to be about expression, and not the ancillary barn ropes, posts, etc.
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