Bedlam Farm Blog Journal by Jon Katz

27 November

Bedlam Farm Journal: How I Get Animals To Look Me In The Eye For Photos, Monday, November 27

by Jon Katz

It took me years to learn how to get my dogs to look into the lens while trying to get their photos. It is not easy, as most photo-loving dog and animal people have known. Lots of people ask me how I do it.

It takes a long time and a lot of patience, two things I usually lack.

But I’ve learned a lot. Here are some of the things I’ve learned:

At first, I put a camera down next to their dog food fowls so they associate the camera with food and other good things.

Then, I take photos while tossing treats around on the ground. The idea is to get the dogs (or donkeys) to get the dogs associate cameras with anything positive. Toys work as well.

(Note: The last three photos in this post were taken by Maria.)

 

 

Sometimes, I put a small treat on the top of my head. Most dogs will stare at it, hopefully, and if I’m ready, I can get them to look almost into my eyes.I do this five or six times while saying “photo.” That has worked well for me, and after a while, I don’t need the treat, just the word “photo.” Dogs are predictable if they do something two or three times, they most often will do it forever.

Dog, cat, and animal photographers must understand that starting dogs or people in the eye is a sign of aggression in dogs. You may notice that your dogs rarely stare at you or look at other dogs in the eye unless they feel challenged. To them, eye-to-eye is often a warning.

It’s all about getting close and focusing on the eyes. Those are the best animal photographs for me.

I’ve also learned to make clucking or bird-like signs, which will get a curious dog to look at you briefly. But you have to be quick and camera-ready because if they do look at you, it won’t be long.

Trust is almost everything with dogs, so ensure the photo taking is fun, not work – no stress or yelling. It’s fun and rewarding, either with verbal or food praise; the dog will get used to it.

Photographing Zip is another story. He is restless and alert. It’s impossible to get him to hold still, so I just put the camera on an automatic fast shoot or take my time and take 50 photos, usually one or two of them (above) works. But cats are a whole different story.

Fate is incredibly photogenic because she has a haunted beauty about her, and she is so relentlessly intelligent and curious. With dogs like you, you need to be patient, and now, when I want to take her photo, I whisper, “Hey Fate, you want to see the sheep?” and she locks onto me. But I only do that when we are going to see sheep, so she learns to trust me and associates looking straight at me with something she loves to do.

That works with Zinnia when I say, “Let’s chase the ball,” otherwise, she is a gentle and peaceful dog and doesn’t ever look me in the eye. A dog’s eyes reveal its soul, and I always look for the eyes when I can.

Bud is tough. He doesn’t get the look-in-the-eye, but if I surprise him with a treat taped to my forehead, he looks right at me. But only for a second or two. The breed is not patient. Zinnia is always close but never likes to stare into my eyes. So I don’t push her. Once in a while, I get lucky.

Maria sent the three dogs up to wake me yesterday; all three landed on me at once, showering me with kisses and waking me up quickly. The Treat Committee committee (Bud is chairman) gives me a chance to get the three of them together, and so does the wake-up patrol, which is quite effective. Notice Zinnia looking away when I point the camera at her. She’s got the best manners of all three.

 

 


 

Sheep are skittish about looking into a camera lens; I get them to do it by holding alfalfa cubes in one hand and the camera in the other. Over time, it works. Maria took this photo of Biddy. She feeds Biddy, one of our oldest sheep, grain every morning. Biddy looks at her all the time.

 

Lulu is an independent creature who does nothing on command. But when I show up with carrots in my hand or an apple, she has learned to look me in the eye and lead with her soft nose.

 

Hens, like almost all animals, are food-centered; that’s how they survive. When you point a camera at a hen, you have about three seconds to get the shot. Their eyes are always moving.

26 November

Color And Light: Back To Work, Sunday, November 26, 2023

by Jon Katz

Tomorrow, time to go back to work. Work on my tooth implant resumes, I’m meeting with my blog designers to see if there are ways to improve the blog, mostly by experimenting with some new design ideas. I do this every year or so and it keeps bedlamfarm.com lively and easy to use.

I’m planning to help Casey to paint the inside of her horse wagon.  Enuf for today, see you tomorrow. Thanks for supporting my work.

26 November

Reflections On A Sunday Fall Day. Where I Am Now. The Spirituality Century Is Coming

by Jon Katz

There is no way to happiness in my mind. Happiness is the way.

Some people predict that the next century will be a century of spirituality. I agree with the late monk Thich Nhat Hanh that we must have a spiritual century if our country or the world can thrive or even exist.

Watching the news is painful; the air bristles with insults, lies, violence, and denials. Sadly, our previous leader is the most prominent and cruelest liar.

I am learning to pity the followers of cruelty and lies, every one of them, every day.

Politics like this are eroding the quality of life in our country in this mindless process.

We live in a curious reality – the more the stock market goes up, the more the nation’s values seem to keep going down. Spirituality is essential – it calls for love, empathy, and kindness.

For myself (everyone can make up their minds; I’m not here to tell people what to do), I believe the only rational and meaningful path for me is a spiritual one. I’m on that road.

There is so much suffering, violence, despair and confusion. I’m unsure how we can survive without spirituality, which means a re-embrace of kindness, empathy, charity, peace, and freedom. We have forgotten how to respect and even talk to one another, let alone listen.

Truth matters.

The big news for me is that I am trying to transform myself, and every time I stumble, which is often, someone is quick to accuse me of hypocrisy and dishonesty; I wish it were that simple. These people are making me more robust and more authentic. Every time I look deeply into myself, I get stronger, happier, and more confident.

I have made spiritual progress, and I  will be making more until I get within range of the human being I want to be before I wither or die.

This is the harsh and sad reality of our time. Cruelty and dishonesty are not more fringe problems; the poison of hatred and dishonor has seeped its way into the mainstream and will plague and torment us for years.

Politics seems almost hopeless to me, but spirituality is full of hope. And history suggests that when things get bad, that is when they start to get better.

My searching has brought me everything I want – instead of panic or despair, I feel peace and hope. I have found happiness and meaning.

I believe that people are beginning to tire of hatred and grievance.

I understand what is broken inside of me, and I am learning to fix it and be a force for some good. That is what brings me meaning and joy. And that is the point of a spiritual life.

I see that spiritual people are happier than angry and hateful people.  The grievers and haters suffer the most; it is an awful and corrosive way to live. At the core, spirituality is about finding peace with oneself, facing up to who you are, working to be better, and changing what needs to be changed.

That means learning to be good to people and helping those in need when there is an opportunity.

I must know who I am and want to be to work on this. I know of no other path to that than spirituality.

Hanh said clearly: “Whether we have happiness depends on the seeds in our consciousness. If our seeds of compassion, understanding, and love are strong, those qualities will be able to manifest in us. If the seeds of anger, hostility, and sadness in us are strong, then we will experience much suffering.”

Amen to that.

This prediction of the urgent need for a  spiritual century can be seen daily on the news, our phones, tablets, and televisions.

It’s right in front of us. Hatred has come out of the shadows and into the forefront of our lives, families, communities, and aspirations.

I’m not going quietly into that night. Hatred is a choice. So are lies. So is spirituality.

I’m doing the work I believe I need to do.

Part of that work is understanding how spirituality can improve me and help me leave the world better than I found it.

It means helping refugee children get to college and getting “ugly Christmas sweaters for the Mansion Christmas Party.  It means teaching people at the edge of life how to meditate and use spirituality to ease their lives.

I want to be part of the spiritual century that I believe is inevitable and even underway if we open our eyes to it. Hate is spreading, but so is opposition and a search for a better way.

I sense and hear and see that more and more people are sick of the cruelty, lies, and dysfunction. Voting is certainly one way to respond.

Another way is to look inside ourselves and see if the seeds of compassion, understanding, and love are strong within us and can help us by example to create a gentler, kinder, and more honorable world.

I don’t need to lie to myself or others anymore. I like myself these days, and I cherish the progress I am making to be the kind of person I want to be, not the kind of person other people want me to be. I love learning to be authentic, and I had nothing to fear when I stopped lying.

I will stumble repeatedly; that is what it means to be an authentic human, and I will keep going forward.

These days, we don’t crucify people on crosses; we chew them up on Facebook and the runaway hate machine called X. Our new generation of billionaires does not seem to love us. They love more money.

I don’t want to march in that parade.

Spiritual living is an art. I don’t have to be a saint or a monk or live in a monastery to practice compassion and a gentler world.

I ca n practice this anytime and every day, from what I write to the photos I take, the animals I care for, the people I love, and the people I help.

“Driving in mindfulness,” wrote Hanh, “can make the time in your car joyful, and it will also help you avoid accidents.”

I’m working on mindfulness; I’m only beginning to understand it. But I have this idea that is better than anything else I know. I’ll give it a try.

This is where I am; this is what I am up to. I’m preparing for the Spiritual Century, even if I’m not around to witness it.

26 November

100 New Zip Magnets For Sale On Maria’s Etsy Page. He Is A Hellion With A Big Heart.

by Jon Katz

Maria says she was shocked when the first 100 Zip magnets she ordered sold out in a few days. She ordered 100 more, they arrived yesterday and are now for sale on her Etsy page. They cost $7 apiece, and shipping is free.

The magnet captured the early days of Zip’s arrival; Maria caught this great photo of Zip, self-appointed King Of Bedlam Farm, visiting the chicken roost to ensure he can nibble some of the chicken feed they leave behind. He won’t make that mistake.

The magnets are very popular and won’t last long. Maria says if anyone wants a magnet but doesn’t want to shop on Etsy, they can contact her directly by e-mail: [email protected]

I have one outside my car and am putting a second one on the refrigerator. Zip’s image captures Zip perfectly; he is a hellion with a big heart. I don’t think these will last too long. You can see and buy a magnet here.

Zip gives new meaning to the idea of the barn cat.

 

 

26 November

Bedlam Farm Photo Journal, Sunday Morning, November 26, 2023. Good News. Loberster Rolls Are Heaed For The Farmer’s Marketr, Book Alert, A Kiss On The Nose For Zip, Casey’s Coffee Cart Is Days Away,

by Jon Katz

The Thanksgiving holidays have been good to us in recent years: peaceful, productive, loving, and healing.  I can’t help contrasting them to the dinners I had as a child, hours of family brawling.  Maria and I are fortunate, we love the company of one another. But nothing stays either of us from working hard almost every day. Today, we are discussing what it means to live a mindful life. For one hour or so every afternoon, I put some earphones on and listen to music. I am really loving that.

It’s a Buddhist idea, and I am curious about parts of it. Maria and I have been discussing how I can eat my food slowly and savor it rather than gobbling it down. Maria is out on the porch hanging holiday lights. I love these lights because I can see when the farm is in the dark. I often go sailing right past it.

Dinnertime was no fun in my house as a kid, so I had to practice eating slowly and savoring the moment. I like the idea of “mindfulness,” I think the opposite is craziness.

The Farmer’s Market will be winding down until Spring – twice a week, then a month or so off. The market has had a terrific year, with many exciting vendors showing up (a fresh scone baker) for next year and Lobster Rolls next week. I got my regular weekly bar of Cindy’s soap, the best I’ve ever seen or used; this one is Eucalyptus flavored.

The Farmer’s Market has become integral to our lives; we have made strong friendships there and gotten wonderful vegetables and cheeses (and soap.)

Zip and I (above) meet twice a stay outside, weather permitting. He hops up on my shoulder and purrs while I scratch his neck and back. I never had a barn cat like this. He seems very happy here, and why not? He appears to be in charge. I did kiss him on the hose today.

 

(Edwin is as hard-working a person as I’ve ever known. The crowds at the Market are getting smaller as we approach the winter. Edwin is the source of most of the vegetables that we eat. His stand is the most beautiful at the market; it is getting smaller as winter approaches.)

Book Club alert: I’ve ordered a book called North Woods by Daniel Mason; it looks fascinating. Daniel Mason is one of the most interesting authors I know about (Passage Up On The Earth.) His new book is a historical novel, the story of a house in Massachusetts during the Pilgrim Rule. The book begins with a pair of young lovers in colonial New England who are in love and flee the suffocating rule of the Pilgrims and head out into the then wild woods of western Massachusetts, grim Pilgrims in persuit. The novel follows the lives of the inhabitants in the house they built over the next three plus centuries. Rave reviews everywhere. I’ll get the book on Tuesday.

 

I’m going with Casey to paint the interior shine on her Horse Cart Turned Coffee Shop this week. I got some of her excellent tea; Maria usually gets warm and delicious hot cocoa.

We’re getting close; she has arranged for a fish wholesaler to come to the Farmer’s Market next week and sell some Lobster rolls for lunch. Small miracles do happen.  Fish might be sold regularly at the market next Spring. Go, Casey, it’s very close to opening your food cart in the heart of town.  Her dream is coming into focus.

I hope she sells lobster rolls in her new cart.

 

We had a soft and beautiful sky this afternoon. I sat out on a chair with Zip for half an hour.

Cindy is selling her soap everywhere in the county and to wholesalers farther away. She will be staying at the farm in winter, and we are making plans for her to visit the farm. She had a very good year. We are crazy about her goat cheese and are planning to get them through the winter.

We seem to be friends with Cindy. She makes for a wonderful friend; she is extraordinarily nice hard-working, and intelligent. I’ve enjoyed seeing her soap business grow and grow.

We had a beautiful winter sky yesterday. I’m getting excited about the change to capture the winter pasture. I’ve found a new, used, and banged-up Leica 60 mm macro lens, great for close-up flower photos and some portraits. I got a great price on it; it is old and perhaps risky, but it is the only affordable Leica lens, and I was lucky to find it. Brian, a salesman at the Leica store where I got my camera, tipped me off to it. It’s coming Tuesday; I have a 30-day trial and am excited to try it. Leica lenses are by far the best and also by far the most expensive.

If the reviews are close to accurate, this could be a great addition to my photography, particularly my flower art. As you know, I like to get close. And I need to keep moving forward in my photogoraphy.

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