By and large, we’ve given up naming the chickens. Too many mishaps, and we want some eggs, not more pets. The sun popped out briefly this afternoon, and I rushed around with the camera. I need light, makes things stand out for me. I’m getting a bead on what to photograph at the new farm. It’s neat to have to recalibrate in that way, gets the juices flowing.
5
November
Gray Chicken. Getting A Bead
by Jon Katz