This year marks a pretty pivotal moment for my girl Peaches. As it turns out, she is reaching her 72nd year of life, according to a handy dandy cat to human age conversion chart I found online. No shame here for the girl who actually googled that prior to writing up this little ditty. Peaches...
According to Feng Shui, a fish should never be placed in the kitchen. After all, he is not food, but a representation of prosperity and wealth. Who wants to eat away their wealth?! Well…perhaps if that wealth was delivered in a Krispy Kreme box, on a silver platter, with a jar of peanut butter on...
It’s a typical scenario…we pack up the essentials and prepare to venture out to our next big adventure. Alongside me, strapped across my chest and resting on my hip, is my camera with my 50mm 1.4 lens. Most every time, I walk away from our recent adventure fully satisfied with the images. But things become...
Realistically, I may not have too many more years with my oldest. This year she’s 13 – in cat years that’s…what…80? Geesh. In my youth she took care of me. She pet me when I was sad (for those who don’t have a cat, this is when the cat rubs his/her head against your arm/shoulder/head/foot...
Okay the title of this post isn’t entirely true. She’s nice…sometimes. There are those times when I find her curled up on my pillow and she’s purring just waiting for me to give her pets. Then there are those moments when I’m on the phone with clients and I’m avoiding using every foul word imaginable...
