This is something I ask, probably on a weekly basis. It’s apparently legal to shoot and kill crows in Pennsylvania. We once had a one-footed crow who stopped by our bird bath every day, in Southern California. In Portland, Oregon, we had a murder of crows who hung out on the street in front of our house. One of those was a white crow (I have pictures…somewhere!) I’ve always loved crows, so you can imagine my horror to find out about it being ok to kill them. Since the day we moved here, it’s been a strange thing to not hear crows hanging out, cawing and doing their own thing. On a rare occasion, we’ll hear a caw and peak out the windows to find one or two crows on a neighbor’s roof. But it’s so rare. =(
So I had this idea of Anna in a forest or empty corn field (corn field won this time) with a bird cage, trying to find a crow as a friend. In my head I had all these crow props flying around her, but soon realized our box of crows were only the sitting kind, not the open-winged flying ones. That wasn’t going to work. Seeing as I didn’t have a murder at my beck and call, I had to improvise. I’m not even 80% in love with the picture, but I’m posting it anyway. I have hopes that come next Halloween time, I’ll find a bunch of open-winged crow props and re-shoot.
Ok, not really. But it’s an idiom that kept repeating itself in my head today. I needed to get out of the house, take a day of from painting and kneading clay, so why not do an impromptu shoot with the kids? First I needed outfits. I had this idea to make Anna match Tiarnan’s height by standing her on a chair, with a beautiful, full, lovely gown that hung down to the ground. Sadly, after checking the local thrift stores, I had to settle for two dresses: one short, velvet, and green, and the other a black halter that was much longer. Tiarnan scored a nice ugly suit, tie, and Rockport shoes for $7! Now, the reason most of my photos are in the forest is because that’s where we live. We’re surrounded by trees, and I’m not about to haul the kids into one of the abandoned buildings (hello next door house)…
The premise is that these two had gotten dressed up to go to a dinner party, where birds were “all the rage”. However, on their way walking to the party, Anna fell, the cage hit the ground, and their bird escaped. They’d spent hours in the woods looking for the bird with no luck. The end. Yeah well it was impromptu, right? All I can think of these days is the paintings and all those ideas floating around. =P