Singularly Focused

Lately I've been exploring my creative side while trying to improve my photography. There are so many things to learn and I'm still trying to figure out my own photographic style. I think rust and a repetitive pattern is a good combination for an interesting photograph.

Meet Bucky the Hobo Cat

Do you see Bucky? When I took this picture I didn't see him. I walked around a bit taking pictures and didn't see him in this one until I got home.



Here comes poor sick Bucky to the big old softy with the camera

This story began on Saturday as Vicki and I were leaving to go to breakfast. That morning I woke up thinking about finding a cat, which is strange because it had only happened once before and that was over 20 yrs ago. Anyway back to Vicki and me at our doorstep.

Out of the blue I said, "I'm not going to look for the next cat that we get" Vicki asked what I meant, and I told her that I woke up with a strong feeling that our next cat should find us and we should help it and give it a home. Then we both laughed and she said "when was the last time that happened, I guess it will be a long time before we get another cat." lol

Fast forward to Sunday.

I went out by myself to take some pictures along the road that we traveled to get to Peddler's Village the day before, but I forgot to make a turn and ended up in a place that I'd never been before. I saw an old abandoned train and depot so I stopped to take some pictures. After a while I saw a poor sickly orange cat emerge from under the train. He has a bad cold and dehydration, a small part of his ear is gone, he's missing some teeth and his eyes look funny, but he is so sweet and lovable. We took him to the Vet the next morning/yesterday. The Vet took blood tests and gave him some meds. Then I bought him a comfortable bed and a stuffed toy. He's sick and weak but seems happy and grateful.

Bucky is now staying in our laundry room until he recovers and is able to meet Simba and Lucy. I found him near the abandoned Buckingham Valley train depot and the Buckingham Lumber yard and they are in Buckingham PA, which is in Buck's County, so I named him Bucky.

I didn't want another cat but I can't help but think that he is meant to be with us.