Our latest color photo class assignment was to do a 'personal portrait' in the form of a diptych. This is where there are two images, usually with one visually leading to the second... Not a self portrait, mind you, but of someone close.
My hands down choice was using fairly recent (within the past year) images of Jack
. We also had to write a short essay on our chosen subject.
The essay:
I chose images of my cats, namely of Jack, who passed away a month ago, for this assignment. While it’s probably preferred to have current shots of my subject, taken specifically for this assignment, I felt these were the best windows to a part of my own soul.
I adopted the scrawny little seven-month-old kitten from a private rescue in Upstate NY in the winter of 2003. He crossed my path as I was attending to one of the more demanding felines of the home. I followed Aaron, as he was dubbed by the rescuers, to the large picture window in the living room. –His nickname is Jackrabbit. His back legs are very strong.- I knew he would be coming home with me. He had his health problems, but he was also my comic relief. He quickly earned many nicknames, most not suitable for public hearing, due to his antics and mischief-making. He was also a total lover boy.
He broke irreplaceable salt shakers, stole chicken off my dinner plate, and annihilated more toys and other objects than any other cat I’ve known, but he knew exactly how to get my forgiveness. He flopped over onto his back and let me vigorously rub his belly. He curled up next to me when I was sick, and silently purred me back to health. He rarely sat still for the camera. Most shots of him are blurred, namely because of his bounciness. When he was still, he was either so gone into kitty dream land, or sick enough to let his desire to play be hindered. Very rarely could I get shots of him in absolute stillness while he was healthy. The chosen shots are two of those rare moments, glimpses into his momentary lapses of adult cat-hood.
My hands down choice was using fairly recent (within the past year) images of Jack
. We also had to write a short essay on our chosen subject.The essay:
I chose images of my cats, namely of Jack, who passed away a month ago, for this assignment. While it’s probably preferred to have current shots of my subject, taken specifically for this assignment, I felt these were the best windows to a part of my own soul.
I adopted the scrawny little seven-month-old kitten from a private rescue in Upstate NY in the winter of 2003. He crossed my path as I was attending to one of the more demanding felines of the home. I followed Aaron, as he was dubbed by the rescuers, to the large picture window in the living room. –His nickname is Jackrabbit. His back legs are very strong.- I knew he would be coming home with me. He had his health problems, but he was also my comic relief. He quickly earned many nicknames, most not suitable for public hearing, due to his antics and mischief-making. He was also a total lover boy.
He broke irreplaceable salt shakers, stole chicken off my dinner plate, and annihilated more toys and other objects than any other cat I’ve known, but he knew exactly how to get my forgiveness. He flopped over onto his back and let me vigorously rub his belly. He curled up next to me when I was sick, and silently purred me back to health. He rarely sat still for the camera. Most shots of him are blurred, namely because of his bounciness. When he was still, he was either so gone into kitty dream land, or sick enough to let his desire to play be hindered. Very rarely could I get shots of him in absolute stillness while he was healthy. The chosen shots are two of those rare moments, glimpses into his momentary lapses of adult cat-hood.
. Lovely photos too, they go together really well. 
I think they would look really nice framed.
