She talks to wolves...

About a month ago, Kyle Cassidy (photographer extraordinaire) put out a call for participants in a top secret photography project. Seeing as how I dabble in photography and leap at any excuse to do photography-based expeditions, I leapt then to volunteer. Once some twenty-odd of us had enthusiastically responded and assembled, he revealed the mechanics of this project. The gist was this:

On June 11th I was looking at some photographs by [insert name of a famous photographer who I won't name but you can probably figure out] thinking Did he really mean to take this photo? Does this guy's camera go off at random? and I started wondering what the photos would be like if someone just carried around a camera that captured an image at random. And of course, I then thought why not find out?

For two days, we all carried our cameras around with us everywhere: they perched on our bedside tables, hung around our wrists, weighed down our necks, nestled in the tops of our purses. We anticipated the vibe of a text message or the custom ringtone set up to mean: "NOW! Now, my friends! CLICKENZEE!!!"

And we did: we clicked, we took a picture of whatever was in front of us at the time. We took pictures of walls, of ceilings, of the floor. We took pictures of hummingbirds, orchid shadows, and blurring greenery as we sailed down curving highways. We took pictures of washing machines and vacuum cleaners and empty carts clustered at the grocery store. We took pictures of husbands and ex-girlfriends and grandmothers. We took pictures of no one at all.

Apart, our photos are nothing: random moments without context. But together, they are the Hive; together, they are a bee-eyed gaze at our world in all its multi-faceted mundanity and glory.

We hope you enjoy:



Read Kyle's unveiling post and join in the discussion there, if you please!

I have to work on my summer school stuff so that I am free to talk to people after work tonight and hang out with people after work tomorrow without having to crowd too much work in after they leave. I would also like to be able to sleep.

So this is not a post about those dreams I keep meaning to record or my cute little MOO cards and what I plan to do with them or even what I'm reading (trying to) and my thoughts thereon. No, this is a post full of kitty pictures.

I will not apologize, so if you don't like people posting pictures of their cats, it's best to scroll on by now. I don't mind.

Livejournal, meet Willie (who is technically sirandrew's, but she loves me too!):



She is 30% fluff and 70% Queen-Bitch-with-Attitude and don't let the pictures fool you into reversing those percentages:

( More kitty pr0n...! )