Saw this little house while out the other day. There was a cop hovering around, so I couldn’t get closer to shoot but.. ah well. The wide angle worked out, I reckon. :p
A project I have been working on lately for a class has been a photo documentary focused around a really wonderful local animal rescue: this place is home to over 70 wolfdogs. It’s been very difficult to go there and shoot and learn about each animal’s background and think about what awful things these amazing and beautiful creatures have been through, at no fault of their own.
At least there are people out there that do this kind of work, and their light shines so much brighter than the darkness.
Size comparison: Domestic dog and Grey Wolf.
As far as I’m aware, the domestic is mixed breed. The person he came to me from didn’t know. :/
Something horrible has happened here…
They never tell you, when you first declare that you want to become a photographer, that it means one day you’ll be crawling around on your hands and knees in a stranger’s kitchen, crooning encouraging words to them as they struggle to hold still and not breathe as you strike out at them over and over again with your camera seeking that one shot where every little thing just happens together at just the right moment. The birthing pains of what some people call “art” are mysterious and truly quite subjective in every manner of interpretation.