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I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

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When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

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Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

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An Open Wound

An Open Wound

It’s been a rough month. I’m not exactly sure where to begin–my little Luna has passed away. Also, a week after, my computer crashed and I lost all of my most recent photographs of her. They were the only thing I DIDN’T back up on my external. This Christmas Card is the last image I have of her.

The details of her passing, I still do not want to delve into.  The story itself maybe I’ll be able to talk about at a later date, but for now I just want to remember. Remember my sweet puppy who used to curl up under the covers because she would get cold at night. My dog who would lick the air compulsively if you ate something in front of her. My dog whose aim was always perfect and would always knock people in their most sensitive areas (men particularly). My dog who loved to lay out on my balcony and who when I’d sit out there with her, liked to sit in my lap to have a better view of the streets. The way she would charge the door whenever I came home and jump on me with such enthusiasm that you thought she hadn’t seen me in months.

The day she passed away, I had gotten a bad cut (um, from Luna’s teeth) on my finger. It was so deep that I was (later) told it should have had a couple of stitches. If you peeled the skin apart, you could see my bone beneath. And that first day, I just kept looking at the open wound on my finger, crying. It hurt so badly. It was bleeding, oozing. The pain was so intense that my whole finger throbbed with each beat of my heart. But each day, that finger of mine would heal just a little more. And each day, I cried just a little less. And then a couple of days ago, I looked down at my finger and noticed that it had healed. While I was out living my life–the wound had healed. There’s still a scar, of course. A mark. And there will probably always be a scar–just like there’s still that lump in my throat as I write this.

And every now and then I’ll find one of her old toys hidden somewhere (she liked to hide and bury her toys). I found her collar the other day (which she also liked to hide) and I sat down on my couch clutching it to my chest and let myself mourn her all over again.

I hate that dogs do this to me. I hate that I give my heart to every single one, just to have it crushed over and over. They give so much back in return as well, of course. And I just have to keep telling myself that Luna and I had a great, though short-lived, life. I loved her and I believe that she loved me, too. You know…in the way that a dog CAN love, that is.

And I’m sure that up there in Heaven, Luna is doing all her favorite things. Chewing a bully stick, hiding all her toys, digging enormous holes, rolling around in mud puddles and chasing (ehem, attacking) squirrels.

Dogsitting

Dogsitting

Sean watches Luna for me when I go out of town. She’s a pain in the ass 90% of the time–but the other 10%, she loves to cuddle as shown.

For the record, two seconds after this photo was snapped, Luna jumped up, her head colliding with Sean’s cheek. If he wasn’t doing me such a huge favor, I probably would have laughed. But I held it in…cause I’m nice like that.

Zoomin’ to Zoomies

Zoomin to Zoomies

I can’t remember if I’ve shown Luna’s bed before, but I know I talked about the jealousy of when we bought Red’s new bed from Costco. I just thought i’d show (even though it’s dirty) how cute this little bed is. It’s reversable and machine washable and very soft; made out of micro-suede. Luna loves to curl up in it. In fact, so does Red.

I bought it from Zoomies in the West Village a couple of years ago. The owners of Zoomies are incredible people and I love that when I walk in there they greet me with a huge hug. I highly recommend their products and as we all know, I’m all for supporting local businesses!

A New Studio

I bought this awesome traveling light box to help in taking photographs. And, well, I’m kind of an idiot and when I was ordering it online, I thought that the perfect size would be about 2-2.5 feet. It would be ideal for product and food photography. Only…I screwed up my math. I ordered a 48 inch light box thinking that was 2 feet. I know, I know…I admit it. I’m dumb.

BUT I think it turned out for the better, anyway. Because now I can photograph babies and dogs and even people in this box…as long as those people are sitting.

This was day one with the box…Luna jumped right in and was fascinated by the light above her.

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Red, on the other hand, thought this was some form of punishment and was all: WHY ARE YOU PUTTING ME INTO THE EVIL CAGE OF LIGHT?? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?  And I could have listed numerous things beginning with eating Luna’s food every time I turn my back to the marathon sessions of licking his butt….but I refrained and after one photo let him off the hook.

A New Studio

Until Proven

Until Proven

Is it me…or does this look like a guilty face?

Prior To The Morning’s Demise…

Prior To The Mornings Demise...

Prior to the horrible end to our balcony experience…this was us. Lounging around in the sun, enjoying crossword puzzles and warm weather!

Frustrated

Frustrated

In case you didn’t know, Luna doesn’t handle change very well. She is a creature of habit and any sort of straying from her normal routine throws this dog for a loop. Her veterinarian thinks that she has some sort of brain damage from her experience in Hurricane Katrina…and having known (and loved) her for 3 years, I have to say, the brain damage would explain a lot.

Every work day, Luna goes into Sean’s office to sleep at his feet while he works. It’s part of her routine. When he finishes his coffee and gets up to “head to work” she’s following at his heels.

So on Saturday, when he went to his office to finish up taxes, she was naturally following right behind him. Unfortunately, the nature of taxes required him to lay out all his receipts all over the floor and since his office is essentially a closet, he couldn’t have Luna in there stepping all over everything. So he shut the door on her.

AND SHE COULD NOT HANDLE IT. For about an hour she sat outside his room scratching at the door, whining and bumping her nose into it. Finally, I picked her up and brought her over to my desk where I was working. And she would fall asleep, but after a few minutes, wake up and realize, WAIT, I’M NOT WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE! And then she would go back to Sean’s door. Minutes later, she’d give up and come back to me, proceed to fall asleep and again wake up realizing I’M NOT WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO BE! And so this circle continued over and over all day long.

This frustrated face I captured was a weird mixture of a yawn and a howl. And the noise was as obnoxious as her face.

Playtime

Playtime

You’d think that Sean would have learned by now that getting onto the floor to “cuddle” with the dogs always results in them wanting to play. Here, in this photo, Luna is batting at Sean’s hand, trying to get him to hand over the toy. And she’s not a very patient pup.

Curmudgeonly Old Man

Curmudgeonly Old Man

We bought Red a new bed at Costco a couple weeks ago. Which yes, was my idea because his other bed had crusty drool embedded into the fabric. No washing machine could get rid of this crust…seriously. Disgusting.

We enter the apartment and the dogs run to greet us in their normal maniacal fashion. We put the bed on the ground and both dogs are on it, sniffing immediately. But Red wanted nothing to do with it–apparently crust is comfortable, and he turned his nose up and turned to lay down on his original bed. It wasn’t until we threw out the old bed that he reluctantly started lying down on this one. I think it started to grow on him almost immediately. Within minutes he was on his back, sprawled out like a drunken old man. And Luna, always wanting to be in on whatever action is happening, started nudging her way onto the pillow. Eventually Red rolled over like the good big brother he is to let the annoying little sister join him, but this was the look he gave me as I crawled on my knees to snap their picture. Can’t you just imagine his thoughts…?

Learning To Walk

Learning To Walk

Sean worked very hard to get her paws into these tennis shoes…

Next thing you know, she’ll be wearing my heels, stealing my clothes and borrowing my lipgloss for her hot dates.