I’ve been looking at stuff this week, everyday stuff like neon-colored chard stalks that have weathered the recent frosts in our garden. I also looked at our frou-frou Polish rooster (“who does his hair?” a smart aleck friend asked.)
Sometimes it’s a little spooky to look close-up, the way one does through a camera. As impressive at Mother Nature’s work is from distance, her artistry can be almost too much to bear when viewed through the all-seeing optics that we photographers have in our gadget bags of tricks.
A macro lens on the chard.
Pan the camera and pop a little flash on the rooster.
It’s play. It’s goofing around. It’s Let’s Have Fun with Photography.
And, now that I think about it, I too would like to know who does the rooster’s hair.
