Description This is the story of Edgar the Canada Goose. Look for 'Edgar Part One' to see where the story begins.Edgar had lost his mate last year. He was here, now, with the rest of the geese but he would never again be with his mate or raise any more goslings. He reminded me that geese mate for life. All around him, around us, life was continuing on. New life, new lessons to be learned, new friends to be had.Now it was my turn to be quiet. I was thinking about Edgar and how much he had lost and how much he would never have. I was so sad for him. All that he had lost. What would become of him?Now I was quietly, selfishly, thinking of me. Of how much I had lost and how much I would never have. But was Edgars loss greater than my own? I would say undoubtedly yes. But my own loss is as substantial in its own way. Like Edgar, my life will never be the same. True, it is inevitable. All lives experience change. Its a fact. The thing that I, for one, forget is that change does not have to be bad. I may not want it, or like it, but something good will come of it. I will learn how to ride the bus. I will make new friends. I will be more independent. (YAY!) Maybe Ill get brave enough to even take the long bus ride up north to see my family.Edgar. No bus ride will ever take him to see his mate and goslings again.
Brenda Leitow Member Since October 2009 Artist Statement Photography is one of the most essential things to a happy life, in my world. Every time I get out my camera I go out and bathe myself in light and color and line and texture... and everything in the world around me. Photography is a very emotional art for me. When I take photos in the rain, or in the morning dew, or when the light gets soft near sunset, or sharp at sunrise, the light creates such an atmosphere that I can almost feel the colors melting right into my being, creating their lasting impressions. My job as an artist is to capture colors, not always as I see them, but also how I imagine them to be. I manipulate light and color to my desire. It's rather like a prism, bending the light, showing color. Only as a photographer I bend the light less precisely, leaving some breathing space for the light to find its own path. The light creates itself in that way, taking away my control, and does amazing things with color that never even occurred to me to imagine.
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