Thanks, Nature!
This lovely post brought to you by the fact that I feel generally crummy. My kitty cat, Lydia, is rather sick and will have to spend some time at the vet over the next week or so, and I came down with a stomach bug. Not too fun, but sometimes I appreciate the reminder to take time to care for myself.
I hope to be back to my regular programming soon.
To me, they look like the ghosts of bluebells.
I stumbled upon a bit of a territorial dispute near my apartment. Now I'm running late for everything I needed to do today because I couldn't tear myself away from the dive-bombing crows. I used to have a cat that the neighborhood crows would dive bomb, but I've never seen a bird of prey on the receiving end of the attack.
There must have been some sort of delayed reaction on the digital chip in my camera. When I woke up this morning, this little beastie was staring at me from this photo I took earlier. How odd!
Red-eared slider pile. We have one of these in our kitchen. Well, we have one turtle, not one pile.
New yeti exhibit at the zoo. Every time you get out your camera, all you can capture is a little bit of him so he winds up looking like a polar bear. But he's a yeti. Take my word for it.
I went over to my dad's house tonight, and we took pictures of the moon. I have a few more images on my Flickr page, and Dad promised to put some up on his, but I think he went to bed too early to finish messing with them. Hopefully they'll be up soon.
I think it's made of real fur. It belonged to my uncle and somehow fit in a room with the Civil War wallpaper behind it.
This is my favorite piece of art in the whole house.
Both of my grandparents are compulsive collectors, so at least I come by that trait honestly. This is a small fraction of my grandmother's dollhouse furniture stash.
A very old mirror at the foot of my bed.
These make me want to pronounce binoculars like the British guys in Snatch.
This thing's eyes have always terrified me.
By now, this is really just about book plates, old and older. Luckily for me, as the family's only artist, I am slowly getting all of my grandfather's old art books. They are all incredible.
"Genuine photos," you say? I'll take it!
My dad's side of the family is Lithuanian. I should really read some of my grandfather's books about the country. I know almost nothing about it.
An old photo album filled with used stamps.
The tiniest camera in the world (well, at least it's the smallest one in my world). Holding it instantly makes me feel like a spy.
My dad made this "whale" when he was a little kid. My grandmother is convinced he used nothing but a hammer to make it. His woodworking skills have improved considerably over the years.
Beet baby?
Hilarious old photos of my dad in lampshade form.
My grandfather collects clocks. He has a few hundred around the house, but I think this one is my favorite.
Be on the lookout in the next couple of days for more.
Yes, I've returned from Chicago having learned two very important lessons:
1. Geckos make nice brooches.
2. Geckos are safer than handguns.
3. (This is really on its own since I learned it in St. Louis, but...) I was brushing my hair tonight, and my hairbrush broke in my hair. I've been growing this stuff out for years, but it's driving me crazy. I learned this evening that my hair is more than long enough to donate, so I think I may be chopping it off soon. Any thoughts?
Every time I make a drastic hair change, I instantly regret it and get depressed. I think it's some sort of strange desire to be Rapunzel. However, I currently live in a one-story house, so I don't think that dream's coming true any time soon anyways. Might as well stop torturing myself with this extremely hot hair in St. Louis summer heat.
Yes, indeed. After my last post, I went to pick up my developed film from the trip to the Botanical Garden. Here are the results:
Kieran, lost in thought.
A lone dog on the horizon.
In happier news, Mindy, from work, lent me a book of 1001 movies that I have to see before I die. I've only seen a handful, so I'm working my way through the list. So far, this week I watched A Fish Called Wanda and The Graduate. I also have Boogie Nights from the video store, which I hope to watch soon. It's nice to force myself to sit down and watch a movie without worrying too much about accomplishing stuff. I need at least two hours of relaxation every day, I've decided, so I should be through this list in a few years. Then I can die feeling fulfilled. Until then, my self-preservation instinct had better remain intact.
I was really hoping to have some crafts or drawings ready to post, but things just never seem to work out, do they? I have a ton of stuff in the "almost" stage, so in the meantime I'll leave you with my pictures from the zoo today. Check the rest of them out on Flickr.
Next up, be on the lookout for more pills, a couple of drawings, and some rather rudimentary jewelry. Same Cate time, same Cate channel.
Last Saturday, I went to the art museum and made sushi. Here is the evidence. (There is much more on Flickr.)
You can see more of my work in my portfolio, CateAnevski.com.
