"For this next challenge (March 11th) I want you to take two pictures…..one of “the big picture” and the second of just a part of it. If you're into Macro photography you might want to take a photo of a whole flower and then one of the centre for example. Maybe a tree and a birds nest in the tree itself…….you get the picture ;-)."
I was leaning up against Hank's tree fort (the Grahaminator 2000) while he was eating dinner. The sun was setting and bright, so I held up my Jersey gloved hand to shield my eyes as I watched the sheep. I'd been scratching Graham's knobby head and accumulated this piece of fuzz along with a small stick, known as "vegetable matter" or VM when you aretalking about complaining about fleeces.
With the flock of sheep in the background and this tiny curl of wool in my hand, I realized this messy tangle of fiber was truly a small part of my larger whole, VM and all.
It's been a rough few days. One of the old sheep is not doing well. While more than likely just an old age issue I'm powerless to do anything about, I can't help but worry if I've missed something, done something wrong, haven't done everything I could. It's hard being responsible for another's life.
Yet at the end of the day, standing out in the barn lot, listening to Hank crunch through his dinner, scratching someone's back (or boney head ;-), smelling their warm wool ready to be shorn, watching everyone settle in for the night, it's all part of the whole, especially the small parts.
I think I actually like this shot better - not quite as well focused, a bit over exposed or suffering from sun glare, but warm, colorful. It's there. I can smell my sheepy gloves. I can feel the breeze blowing the accidental yarn.
And this faulty picture tells me all sorts of tiny stories. Miss Ewenice is peeking out from inside the barn, watching me. Emily is looking back over her shoulder to see what someone is doing behind her, her daughter Casper Belly by her side, as always. Woolliam is telling Baby Belly something - I'm not going to speculate what - and old Joshua is there with his friends. His family. My family. My whole family. That I'm so grateful to be a small part of...VM, fuzzy focus, overexposed and all.
For more Sunday Stills...
I was leaning up against Hank's tree fort (the Grahaminator 2000) while he was eating dinner. The sun was setting and bright, so I held up my Jersey gloved hand to shield my eyes as I watched the sheep. I'd been scratching Graham's knobby head and accumulated this piece of fuzz along with a small stick, known as "vegetable matter" or VM when you are
With the flock of sheep in the background and this tiny curl of wool in my hand, I realized this messy tangle of fiber was truly a small part of my larger whole, VM and all.
It's been a rough few days. One of the old sheep is not doing well. While more than likely just an old age issue I'm powerless to do anything about, I can't help but worry if I've missed something, done something wrong, haven't done everything I could. It's hard being responsible for another's life.
Yet at the end of the day, standing out in the barn lot, listening to Hank crunch through his dinner, scratching someone's back (or boney head ;-), smelling their warm wool ready to be shorn, watching everyone settle in for the night, it's all part of the whole, especially the small parts.
I think I actually like this shot better - not quite as well focused, a bit over exposed or suffering from sun glare, but warm, colorful. It's there. I can smell my sheepy gloves. I can feel the breeze blowing the accidental yarn.
And this faulty picture tells me all sorts of tiny stories. Miss Ewenice is peeking out from inside the barn, watching me. Emily is looking back over her shoulder to see what someone is doing behind her, her daughter Casper Belly by her side, as always. Woolliam is telling Baby Belly something - I'm not going to speculate what - and old Joshua is there with his friends. His family. My family. My whole family. That I'm so grateful to be a small part of...VM, fuzzy focus, overexposed and all.
For more Sunday Stills...
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