My baby cleo was adopted from Lancaster County Humane Society. She was with me for almost nine months before she took a turn for the worse, with kidney failure. I've never had to let go of a animal as an adult. It's much different than being a child. I didn't think of 'kitty' heaven and all the turkey slices she would be eating with other kitties. I thought about how small she was. Just a baby. I thought about how lucky it was that I found her. Or rather, that she found me. I'm happy to have some beautiful photographs, like this one, of her.
**side note- this weekend was meant to be land camera fun. but with a crapped out battery i hastily order new ones from B&H. land camera fun has been postponed to next weekend =(
The Collyer Brothers were some serious hoarders. Living in 1940s Manhattan, they collected (and compiled in their Harlem Brownstone home, that consisted of many booby traps to protect themselves from invasion) so many different, odd things. Such as 25,000 books, may glass chandeliers, 14 pianos, countless newspapers, human organs pickled in jars, 8 (live) cats, bowling balls, potato peelers and sooo much more. If you thought your spring cleaning was tough. Whew!
I need to take a minute. Breathe. Remind myself that everything is going to be okay.
If you've read the first fact about me in "Honest Scrap" then you know I have a weird connection to the Titanic. But beyond the crazy "I know this ship!" garbo that I can spew about, let me tell you about the exhibit that myself and 2 friends ventured to in New York City.
Whoever thought about releasing 1,000 zombies onto the boardwalks of Asbury Park, NJ is a genius! The city-wide pandemic is documented all over Flickr and you can find out more gruesome details (or entrails?) at Asburied Park Press