Description Edgar and I met today for the first time at John Ball Zoological Gardens. I was supposed to have taken the bus there, but I missed it. After 27 years of living in this city I'm learning to use public transportation for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being the price of gasoline. Riding the bus means loss to me. Loss of personal freedom to drive wherever I want whenever I want. I used to be able to hop in the car and go up north for the weekend to see my family if I wanted, and old friends for photo weekends. I can't do that anymore and I have begun to accept it. Learning to ride the bus is one way. It gives me more freedom than having to rely on others for rides. It means so many changes. My biggest dilemma is how to ride the bus safely while toting my camera? 'Cuz lord knows I'm not leaving home without it. Ain't gonna happen. Anyway. I was bad and drove to the zoo. It's only about five miles and I felt good, so I went. I went over and sat by the pond, hoping to catch some waterfowl frolicking. I did catch some. But my mood was such that it really didn't do much for me. Once I took the camera away from my eye and looked around a bit, I discovered that I had company. He seemed shy, but he let me take several photos. I began talking to him as it seemed the polite thing to do. And maybe he'd quit staring if we started talking. Don't worry. I know that geese don't speak human, but they speak volumes if the goose and the human care to sit together and are willing to listen in new ways. After I told Edgar my woes, he did indeed begin to speak to me. He started slowly, purposefully, as if unsure just what to say. After a polite time, he asked if I noticed anything missing. Self-centerdely, I had to admit that I did not. Then Edgar took this pose you see here. He was sad.END OF PART ONE
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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