Pets, Photography

And More Dog Blogging

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“Hello, human! Why are you on the floor?”

I was sitting on the floor, trying to get a picture of the cat. Harriet suddenly decided she had to be rightinmyface. It’s a crappy picture–blurry and washed out–but sometimes that’s the best you can do when you’re working with pig-headed models.

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I used the yellow Holga SSFS filter for this one, but it turned out awfully dark. The bright yellow sunshine is kind of cool, though, I think. I’m still playing around with the filters and trying to get a feel for them. The prismatic ones are hugely entertaining, but quirky to work with. I think I’ll have better results outside, so I’m going to try that next.

Pets, Photography

Saturday Dogblogging

Miss Brown was given custody of Mr. Chicken this morning. It was a momentous occasion–will she, or will she not, chomp off his itty bitty drumsticks? I’m pleased to say that it took her awhile to get down to business. First, there was much ridiculous prancing around with Mr. Chicken hanging out the side of her mouth. Then, there was licking and nuzzling and the requisite resting-of-the-chin-on-the-chicken. And then there was the chewing. Hoo boy! It took her awhile, but she did indeed disarticulate Mr. Chicken’s right leg. At that point, I took him away from her.

Even though she didn’t get to play with him for very long, the time spent was of a most excellent quality.

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Genealogy

Harold Beaver Sunday

No, seriously. Harold Beaver Sunday is one of the names I came across while doing genealogy research. Another favorite discovery–neither of these are related to my family in any way–is Edmund Loosemore.

I also found an interesting entry while looking at parish records–again, no relation:

Mary the bastard child of George ACTON Bridge Mount and Nelly BYRNE a very young girl seduced by him while in his employ and married as pure and virtuous to Pat JENNINGS a workman 12/2/1860 July 21 [1861]

From Baptisms in Balla-Manulla Parish Co Mayo Ireland 1837 of 1864

In news that is related to my own family, I finally found great aunt Margaret’s immigration information.  She did come through Ellis Island, and she came before great grandma Nell.  I always assumed it was the other way around.  Both listed their half-brother, Denis, as the person they were going to stay with.  He was living in Heron Street, Greenpoint, Brooklyn.