My Cat

I haven’t posted any pictures of my cat for a while. So here we go.

Her name is Isa. She’s a Maine Coon and she’s the most affectionate cat that I’ve ever had. Most people seem to feel that she’s quite spectacular…as do I!

Taken with a Panasonic Lumx GX85 and and Panasonic Lumix 20mm f1.7

Some of my favorite pictures of 2023 – Color


Red Fody, Bronx Zoo, June 21


Street Photographpy. Well, it is a street, and not just any street. This is 42nd Street, Manhattan, New York City. December 11.


Leaf and Stumps, Camp Andree, Briarcliff Manor, NY. November 20.


Third Avenue and 55th Street, Manhattan. December 20.


Abstract Composition on the Charles River. Boston, MA. July 21.


Flower and Insect, Opus 50, Saugerties, NY. June 23.


Fallen Branch, Leaves and Reflections. Briarcliff Manor, NY. March 5.


Fungi. Briarcliff Manor, NY. December 7.


Bison Fighting/Playing, Bronx Zoo, NY. June 21


Member of the Fire Department on Memorial Day. Briarcliff Manor, NY. May 29.

A Fluffy White Dog

For a variety of reasons including bad weather, I’d been cooped up in the house for a couple a days and was starting to feel “cabin fever”. So, I decided to go out for a photowalk. Along the way I came across a young girl trying (unsuccessfully) to catch this fluffy white dog (some kind of poodle I believe). It was heading for the road, so I thought I’d better try to catch it, which I did. After I’d handed it back to her, I asked if I could take a photograph. She agreed and this is the result. I’m afraid I didn’t catch the dog’s name.

Taken with a Sony A6000 and 7artisans 60mm F2.8 Macro Lens

A Visit to Boston – Day Three – The lowly pigeon

And why not? They deserve their time in the sun too! They’re not unattractive and, as a species, incredibly successful.

My grandfather used to race pigeons. I grew up in the UK and someone would pick them up and take them over to somewhere in Europe, where they were released, the time of the release being recorded. Somehow, they would make their way back to his house. He would take the ring from their leg, inset it into some kind of machine and record the time that they arrived. I don’t know if he got some kind of prize if his pigeons arrived first. Must have been something like that because from time to time, the pigeons would return, but instead of alighting in their coop they would instead land on the roof of the house. Of course, he couldn’t get to them there and they were wasting valuable time. He would get quite angry, shouting and screaming at them to get off the roof.

He was also quite ruthless. If a pigeon was not performing, it was in the pot. I was quite close to one of them and when I discovered that my friend was my dinner (or tea as we called it where I grew up in the north of England) I was distraught.

I also have pleasant memories of eating pigeon outdoors with my late wife on the banks of the Nile River in Egypt. I believe we were in a cafe called the “Cafe des Pigeons”. It was swarming with Egyptian cats that looked as if they had just stepped out of the hieroglyphics on the wall of a tomb. I couldn’t find it through Google, so it might no longer exist.

Taken with a Sony A6000 and 18-135mm f3.5-5.6 OSS