It’s an odd life, when you go from giving a talk on grieving for animals and come home to kill your increasingly aggressive rooster. When you photograph any object or creature, there is a relationship an intimacy and I felt badly about it, although I have no regrets or confusion about the decision. I woke up this morning and felt a need to do something creative, and then the morning sun answered me, sent me a message,told me to grab the camera, get off my butt and get out there. This kind of light only lasts for a few minutes, and I was running around in my bathrobe bare-footed (scared the daylights out of one of my neighbors driving by – to try and catch it. I did. Mystery and crisis are just around the corner. Life goes on. And On.