Thursday, August 31, 2006

Dirty Water

A few feet above Logan Airport- Boston, Massachusetts
"Well I love that dirty water
Oh, Boston you're my home."

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Fall Colors

Westford, Massachusetts
My pal lloyd Thayer at an end-of-the-summer blues festival.

Monday, August 28, 2006


Farmers Market- Natick, Massachusetts
Sometimes what looks imperfect on the outside can be delicious on the inside.
Especially if you add a few grains of salt.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Farmers Market

Natick, Massachusetts
The old Lab waits expectantly at the farmers market.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Bonita 2000 - Present

Cochituate, Massachusetts

We rescued Bonita from a filthy inner-city municipal dog pound in May 2001. She was incredibly frightened, extremely ill and she cost $5.00. We saw her face on, drove to the shelter with all our paperwork proving we were home owners. We even brought photos of our fenced in back yard and were prepared for the usual grilling given to prospective pet owners.

No one asked for any paperwork…All they asked was, “You want to see her before you take her?” I thought “Ummmm…yeah….I’ve never owned a dog before, dude.” But instead smiled and said “Yes please!”

We took her out of her kennel past dozens of barking Pit Bulls and walked her around in the parking lot. I opened up the tailgate of the Jeep to see if she’d traveled in a car before. She jumped in and laid down. That was it. She came home with us.

Bonita has taught me a lot of important lessons over the past 5 years. One is illustrated in this photo I took today in my office: On gorgeous August days when the weather is neither too hot nor too cold it is important to position yourself to keep your face on the cool floor and your belly in the warm sun.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Miscellaneous Cat

Framingham, Massachusetts
Circa 1983
From one of my Cat Of The Month photo shoots.
This shot was a little too edgy to make the cover of the newsletter-
We used a different, softer photo and the little spit-fire hellion got adopted.
I'm sure he gave his new home a run for their money.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Max 1984 - 2000

OK- When it was time to think of getting another cat I went to a shelter that was being forced out of their current location. They needed help placing their cats so I told them my tale of adopting Mugsie. They had me pegged in an instant. I was immediately grabbed by the elbow and whisked past all the adorable fluffy, bright eyed kittens and escorted into a solitary room. Five year old Max was sitting in what, for many years into the future, I would call “the meatloaf position.” (That is- displaying a perfect meatloaf/brick shaped body with legs and tail tucked under, out of sight.) There he sat on his bed with classical music piped in around him. He looked like he owned the place.

Max was a two time loser. He was originally brought to the shelter as a small kitten by a kindly person who “cat burgled” him from her neighbor after one too many signs of abuse. He was pathologically afraid of other cats and waited at the no-kill shelter for over a year before he was adopted by an elderly woman who wanted only one cat. He lived with her for 2 years before she died. Her family brought him back to the shelter and there he sat for another year…in his semi-solitary-classical-music confinement due to his fear of his own kind.

Clearly he was a favorite at the shelter and had the run of the place once all of the evil, scary, kittens were safely locked away. I’ll never forget the shelter owner trying to conceal her tears in his fur when she handed him over to me to bring him home.

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Mugsie 1968 - 1989

Eric's recent Old Cat haiga got me thinking about some of my past feline friends.

Mugsie was 15 years old when she adopted me. She had a weird inoperable growth over her right eye where fur refused to grow. She had an amputated left ear that had to go after losing a battle with frostbite. The shelter said they found her in a blizzard wandering around outside Mugsie’s Farm Stand. She lived to the grand old age of 21 years old. This is her “glamour shot” :-) that I took in the shelter right after she apparently made the decision she was going to live out her golden years with me.

In the early '80s I did volunteer work for a humane society. I shot the adoptable “Cat Of The Month” photos that were featured on the front cover of their newsletter. I made it very clear to the organization that I lived in a teeny-tiny NO PETS studio apartment and could not own a cat, let alone 10 cats like the rest of the volunteers seemed to have. I’d go to the shelter, photograph the cats, provide the photos and that was that.

The shelter’s policy was to never put an animal to sleep, so Mugsie had been there for 2 YEARS. Featuring her as Cat Of The Month was a bit of a joke they played on me because she attacked everyone who came into her cage. Over the years she had many interested little old ladies who felt pity on her and wanted to take her home. Mugsie was having no part of it. She’d claw and hiss at any potential new owners. Not a great presentation on adoption day.

Then I showed up in her cage with my camera. She jumped down off her perch and rubbed my leg. She purred- she posed for photos. The volunteers proclaimed this a “Kitty Miracle” of some sort and insisted that I take her home. I refused and reminded them that we were on a 5 month roll where the “Cat Of The Month” always got adopted. I was sure that the right family would come along once she was on the cover of the newsletter.

I was wrong.

I bought a carrier and all the necessary cat-owning paraphernalia and headed to the shelter. Shortly after that I got busted by my land-lord but Mugsie actually won him over- (I think it was the missing ear/pity vote thing) and he simply said “You can keep her, just don’t replace her when she goes.” We had 6 great years together and she was always at my side during a very change-filled period of my life.

I still keep this photo of her on a shelf in my living room.

Friday, August 18, 2006

At The BBQ

Cochituate, Massachusetts
Even though she seemed larger than life and a bit more flashy than he was used to, he felt a strange attraction and made his way to her side of the picnic table to say hello.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Extra-Extra Weird

Brimfield Antique Show- Brimfield, Massachusetts

OK- The extra weird thing about this shot is that it looks like someone I know.

But as far as I know my friend has, um...both sets of missing body parts.

...But then again I can't 100% confirm that.

Maybe the extra-extra weird thing about it is that the hat has a $28.00 price tag on it.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Have An Extra Special Bitter Birthday!

Torn from Us Weekly magazine** and sprinkled with pixel dust...
Today is my husband's birthday! Recently Mr. Extra Special Bitter posted a photo of his fine self on his blog and received lots of compliments from his adoring fans. I thought hmmm... I better get busy and let him know how I felt about him too. So this is the cover of the birthday card I made for him.
**I SWEAR it is true...I would never DREAM of subscribing to a rag like Us Weekly. It just started showing up in our mail box every week. Really. At first I scoffed at it. But it is like crack...Now I'm totally addicted and can't help but read it. I even know the names of Angelina Jolie's children now. Sad, very sad....

Monday, August 14, 2006

A Mirror Full Of Hats

Brimfield Antique Show- Brimfield, Massachusetts

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Asleep In Front Of The State House

In Front Of The State House- Boston, Massachusetts

Kinda short notice....but if you are into urban photos like this mashed up with live haiku poetry then please join ExtraSpecialBitter and me as we perform at 8 p.m.ish this Sunday evening 8/13 in lovely downtown Worcester, MA at The Java Hut. I'll be projecting up a lot of black & white urban images as Mr. ESB belts out brief but beautiful urban haiku. You can order up one of the Java Hut's famous Psycho Blast 32 oz.expresso shakes (guaranteed to keep you awake for our whole performance or your money back) and kick back and enjoy the show.
What's not to love? See you there if you are near and dear.

Friday, August 11, 2006

Have A Rippin' Good Birthday!

Boston Garden- Boston, Massachusetts
I read that today was Hulk Hogan's birthday.
This prompted me to climb up the creaky attic stars- sift through several old dusty photo albums and scan a shot I took of him at the garden in August of 1984.
Hee hee- Hulk Hogan??? Mary??? I'll tell no tale of why I took this photo.

Thursday, August 10, 2006


Brimfield Antique Show- Brimfield, Massachusetts
It takes a brave man to steal the ale from a sleeping pirate.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Holy Mary

Brimfield Antique Show- Brimfield, Massachusetts
Holy Mary, Mother of God-
Please watch over and protect our 1970's barware.

Monday, August 07, 2006

Marching Band Purgatory

Brimfield Antique Show- Brimfield, Massachusetts

Saturday, August 05, 2006

?? X-ing

Framingham, Massachusetts
As I drove carefully through the parking lot I wasn't sure if I should watch out for people using hula-hoops or carrying transparent surfboards.

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Dog Daze

haiku by pdm
Too hot today to bark at the mailman.

Pick Me!!! Pick Me!!!

Brimfield Antique Show, Brimfield, Massachusetts

Tuesday, August 01, 2006

A Refreshing Break

Brimfield Antique Show, Brimfield, Massachusetts
Don't be lulled into a false sense of security by this pretty picture.
I still have plenty of shots of mannequins with missing body parts to share.