Why did the chicken cross the road? (To follow me, apparently)

As a girl who has lived for most of her life in Western Massachusetts, I understand that farm animals are a way of life.   There were many days when driving home to my parent’s house (that I grew up in) where you’d have to wait anywhere for five minutes to half an hour while the cows crossed the street.  What I don’t expect is to see them directly outside of my apartment in a suburban neighborhood.   Needless to say, this lovely dinosaur was a complete surprise.  I hung out for a while, photographing as it snacked on some pretty weeds on the side of the road.

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Easthampton Chicken 2
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Easthampton Chicken 3
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Easthampton Chicken 6
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Easthampton Chicken 7
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Purple Bee (I don’t think those letters mean what you think they mean)

Now, that’s it’s White House official, we all need to have a conversation about the bees.  Have you seen any lately?  I’ll give you a minute to think about it…

Go outside if you must.  Find a bright bush of flowers – it’s June, they are generally around almost every corner.  How many bees do you count in the bush?

Think back to when you were younger and a similar bush.  Remember the sound of buzzing?  Maybe the bush was outside a window in your parents house and the hum of pollinators was a constant in their yard.  Maybe it was the flowering bush you had to walk by on your way to work.

I’m a photographer so I stick my nose in a lot of flowers.  I’m very pleased to observe that the town I moved to late last Summer is overflowing with flowers all Spring.  Yet, despite this, I have seen only a dozen bees of any variety.  No honeybees whatsoever.   Not only is it disheartening (I’m an amateur mead maker so the thought of honey makes me gleeful) but it’s down right terrifying.   I have to wonder if these flowers got pollinated enough, or sometimes at all.

This lady was photographed in what we refer to as the “No Pooping” Garden (due to a rather graphic sign of what a dog should not do).     I sat down with the flowers for quite a while and let the bumbles come to me.

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I mustache-you if I can take your picture…

I’m a relatively self taught photographer.   I have loved the art form since I was a young child but many of my early photography attempts were thwarted.  I had an old camera sometime in my late youth but then it disappeared.   Later, I tried to take a photography class during college and was informed that due to the fact that I was not a Communications Major (Comm not Art?!?), they wouldn’t let me in.   Both of the old Canon AE1s I was gifted with eventually stopped working despite the efforts of more than one camera technician and in fact on of them stopped working the morning that I was supposed to photograph the wedding of my In-Laws.

I took one basic black and white photography class at a local Community College and practically remember one thing about it – the instructor only liked my photographs of people.  I was meant to be a portrait photographer, she wrote on her final assessment at the end of class – people relax around me.

This is a bit odd to me now because I almost never photograph people.  And maybe it’s cheating when I am photographing my husband who clearly IS (or at least hopefully is) comfortable around me, but here it is.  Chris at his 35th birthday party.  Drinking a Manhattan (his current favorite drink) and almost being classy.  If not for that sparkle in his eye anyways.

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