Sunday, January 13, 2008
Caitrin, Liam and I took a walk last week up the street to the nearby llama farm. I took the camera with me for the first time since I stopped photoblogging on Dec. 26.
What a spectacular day it was for photography! The light was perfect, the sky foreboding and textured, the colors popping. We saw the horses and oxen this time (no llamas). The grass rolled out to the line of trees in surprising jeweled green for January. The red barn is a welcome relic in the land of "little pink houses for you and me."
For all that, I became fascinated with the barbed wire fence. I like the rust, the way they edges pierce the larger, cloudy sky. Took scads of photos. Then didn't know what to do with them. Yesterday, I became fascinated with decoding my site meter to figure out the source of an unwanted anonymous comment to my blog—a barb directed at me by someone who knows me well.
Suddenly these photos seemed entirely relevant.