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Purple Pansy in the Garden
Jan 18th, 2012 by Jessica

Purple Pansy in the Garden

Purple Pansy in the Garden

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Jessica’s Rose Iris
Dec 14th, 2011 by Jessica

Jessica's Rose Iris

Jessica's Rose Iris

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Wordless Wednesday – Mom’s Red Rose
Nov 30th, 2011 by Jessica

Mom's Red Rose

Mom's Red Rose

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Sterling Silver Rose
Nov 14th, 2011 by Jessica

Sterling Silver Rose

Sterling Silver Rose

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Shoot for the Moon
Nov 8th, 2011 by Jessica

November 8, 2011

November 8, 2011

I enjoy taking photos of the moon.  It’s a challenge to get a great shot, but when I get one, it’s very satisfying.  I feel like I’ve accomplished something awesome, even if it’s just something small.

I’m always shooting for the moon, so to speak.  Most of the time I miss, but at least I try.  I admire myself for that. :)

Happy Tuesday, everyone!

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Praying Mantis on the House
Oct 7th, 2011 by Jessica

Yes?  How can I help you?

Yes? How can I help you?

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Wordless Wednesday – Do you see what I see?
Sep 28th, 2011 by Jessica

Andrew at Boyce Thompson Arboretum

Andrew at Boyce Thompson Arboretum

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Capturing a Rainbow
Sep 16th, 2011 by Jessica

Every once in a while I feel creative and want to try something new with photography.  A few years ago I rented a Fisheye lens from my favorite photo shop, Tempe Camera.

When we arrived home after picking up the lens, we encountered a beautiful rainbow right above our home.  I quickly grabbed the Fisheye and mounted it on my camera to try and capture the rainbow.  Amazingly, I was able to capture it completely, as evidenced below.  Andrew started snapping pictures of me snapping pictures of the rainbow.  It’s just one of those random coincidences of timing that tend to fall in my lap now and again.

Fisheye Rainbow

Fisheye Rainbow

Capturing the Rainbow

Capturing the Rainbow

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Something’s Buggin’ Me
Sep 7th, 2011 by Jessica

I love how you can see the studio lights reflected in his eyes.

Computer Bug, September 2008

Computer Bug, September 2008

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Portraits of our Kitties
Aug 19th, 2011 by Jessica

I took these photos this morning from our master bedroom window.  We have two kitty towers sitting in front of the window to allow the kitties to lounge and enjoy the view of the bird feeders in the garden.

Olly, the Brave one

Olly, the Brave one

Olly is our oldest kitty, and my first real pet.  He was born July 20, 1999 in Burlington, Massachusetts.  His breed is a Turkish Angora.  I adopted him at a pet store in the Burlington Mall.  I brought him home before Andrew moved in with me, so technically he was the first man in my life.  (He and Andrew have been duking it out ever since.)  He’s not afraid of anything.  Olly would run into a burning building to save me; I’m sure of it.  He is obnoxious and cunning, devious and loving all wrapped up in the same bundle of fur.  His favorite thing to do is to find and eat plastic and rubber bands.  His favorite food is ziploc, shopping and bread bags.  Olly loves for me to carry him around the house so he can look at everything from above.  Olly bonded with me from the very beginning.  He has a very instinctive knowledge of when I am upset, and tends to try to comfort me if I’ve been crying or if he can sense I am stressed out.  He’s a true Masshole with a soft spot, deep down somewhere inside.

Cheetoe, the Companion

Cheetoe, the Companion

Cheetoe is the companion kitty, meant to keep Olly company.  He is definitely Andrew’s cat.  We adopted Cheetoe, an American Shorthair, from the Petco in Gilbert.  He was born April 1, 2001.  Cheetoe is dumber than a brick, but so adorable you can’t help but love him.  He chases his own tail in circles on the bed and sometimes in the living room floor.  He loves to hunt.  He once brought a live bird inside the house and presented it to Andrew as a token of his love. Cheetoe probably couldn’t hurt a fly if he wanted to, although he is the most like a tom cat of the bunch.  He’s such a good kitty.  He loves to be scratched all over and rough-housed.  Cheetoe doesn’t like to be held, but he loves to lay on your lap and snuggle.  Cheetoe gives “hugs” when he snuggles – he puts one arm on either side of your neck and nuzzles his face into your chest.

Tumbleweed, the Dictator

Tumbleweed, the Dictator

Tumbleweed is our dictator, and I mean that in more ways than one.  We adopted Tumbleweed from a pet store in Mesa.  He was born April 1, 2003.  He was living with about 30 barking dogs and was meowing so loudly and was so agitated that we felt sorry for him and brought him home.  Unfortunately, he never stopped meowing.  In fact, he rarely shuts up at all.  Tumbles is a Bermilla, which is a cross between a Siamese and a Bermese breed.  He likes to think he is the dominant Alpha male of the house.  He tries to put all the other cats in their place by hissing, pouncing and bad-assing his way around the house.  Unfortunately for Tumbles, the other kitties are not fooled by his shennanigans.  They all know Olly is the Alpha.  Tumbleweed’s favorite passtime is carrying his favorite Kong toys around in his mouth and placing them in the food and water bowls.  He also enjoys laying flat on his back spread eagle on the living room floor, watching Andrew and I while we watch television.  It’s a little creepy.  Did I mention he never shuts up?  NEVER.

Lucky, the Sweetheart

Lucky, the Sweetheart

Lucky is our sweetheart kitty.  Andrew often says it took us four tries, but we finally got it right.  We adopted Lucky from the local Petsmart as a 30th birthday gift for me.  He was born May 14, 2007 in Gilbert, Arizona.  An American Shorthair, Lucky was chosen because of his friendly demeanor and his beautiful black shiny coat of fur.  Ironically he is not black; he is a solid shade of dark cocoa brown.  Lucky is a beautiful, sleek athletic cat who loves his belly rubbed.  He climbs on your lap and cozies in, then flips over and demands your full attention and both hands to rub, rub rub his belly for hours.  He never tires of having his belly rubbed.  Lucky loves to play with the laser pointer.  He is often observed cleaning the other kitties and snuggling with them, sometimes butt-to-butt on the back of the couch.  Lucky is also the definition of a Scaredy Cat; he is literally afraid of everything.  He’s scared of his own shadow.  He’s scared of every noise in the house.  If one of us sneezes, his tail instantly puffs up like a pipe cleaner.  He even scares himself when he farts, and he runs into the other room until he thinks it is safe to come back out.  That’s our Lucky, the sweetest, most frightened non-black cat you’ll ever meet.

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