I came into the woodshed to stack some firewood, and I was startled to look up and see chickens dancing in the afternoon sun, a ballet on the wood shed. It seemed a still life to me, a painting, but I had my camera with the 50 mm lens on it, the right lens at the right time, and I painted this lovely photo. I closed my eyes halfway and thought I had a wonderful seat at the chicken ballet, how lucky I am to be alive in this world.