We have a lot of stuff…too much. We have a storage unit to accommodate all the forgotten memories, boxes packed decades ago, abandoned projects and other extraneous ephemera of the ages. We go there seldom because none of it really matters any more. It’s just that it’s hard to let go so we pay overContinue reading “East Brunswick Storage Unit”
A cat’s eye view. Meow.
We’re driving on a Saturday afternoon and it’s starting to snow. It’s winter in New York, scrub trees in the field mowed last fall are a silhouetted filigree against the leaden horizon. It’s not the sort of scene to leave the car to admire. The wind starts to gust.
The cat nap. Meow.
Buck the cat’s an indoor/outdoor cat…That’s just the way he rolls.
Buck the Cat prepares to pounce. Meow.
Buck the Cat quickly trots on a mission known only to himself. Meow.
Inspired by Byzantine iconography and a recent Art-O-Mat project. Meow.
Buck the Cat’s on a roll. Meow.
Buck the Cat issuing an ultimatum. Meow.