Art Experiment 2

Sometimes, I wish my imagination was more creative or vivid or colorful. But, it isn't. This is an experiment to see if I could reproduce my own perceived visions. The camera doesn't come close...so, I do it manually. Here is how I see beautiful roosters.

Floppy, Roosters, Heartbreak...and me

I lost a noble bird over the weekend.
He was young, huge and fearless...and, now he is gone.
Four coyotes ambushed him Saturday at 4:00pm.
His name was Floppy...and, he was only a year old. 
The emptiness that hangs over RanchoGiro is only the sound of his absence.
I touched him every day of his life. His mother abandoned him at an early age. For some reason, he wouldn't sleep in the coop. He always wanted to sleep on the front porch. So, he had his own box and every night, he was the last bird to bed...and every morning, he was the first bird I would let out. I have never handled any bird every day except Floppy.
He was a part of me...
Letting go of the things you love...never becomes easy.
There is nothing louder than silence.
Goodbye, Floppy!

 

 

 

 

Life Is Long...I am Proof

Life is long...because to be in the moment can last an eternity!
But...it's also many other things.
It's a struggle...
and, a fight...
and, a dance...
and, a reflection of yourself
for everyone to see themselves with.
A beautiful struggle...
The track might stop here...but, the train's gotta run.
Look out...and, dance!