It’s almost a year since I last visited my own website. I know I’m not the only one whose done this and it’s certainly not my first time. I’m hard pressed to make an excuse for my absence. It’s not like anyone noticed, either. Which has nothing to do with anything. Yet it does. Doesn’t it…?
I yearn for something which is why I create. It’s the engine that moves my photography. It’s why I post a photo a day on Instagram. The feedback is what I need, I guess. And while I’m not the most popular IG’r by any means, I have a core of followers and a fraction of thise followers give me what I am looking for…likes (I see your work) and comments (I acknowledge your work). My work moves some. It delights some. It inspires others. And that’s exactly what I’m aiming for each time I edit the crap out of a photo until it speaks to me. I want it to speak to you. Same with Facebook. I’ve got a lot of friends there and my goal is to delight them, daily.
This is is a portrait of Henry, my rooster. From the time he was a fluffy yellow chick to his preening magnificence of young cockhood, he’s been a daily delight. Last spring my boyfriend brought home three chicks. When chickens are babies you can’t determine their sex, at least I couldn’t…from years of obsessing over animals I know that as soon as I become a chicken master I’ll be able to…but in the beginning a ball of fluff us a ball of fluff…so all I could do was hope that one of my fluffs would be a rooster. So, from desire to actuation (new word!) sprang Henry, the American Rooster. Henry morphed from chick to this in a fairly short period of time and, of course, his evolution has been photographed.
Add Henry to my list of muses out here in the glorious middle of nowhere that is central New York.
More to come.
Perhaps I’ll go back in time and fill the missing months in with photos and musings on what the heck happened between last February and now…if I dare.