Uncle Don's funeral was yesterday. If there was a silver lining to this sad cloud it was the opportunity to reconnect with family I haven't seen in years.
The reconnecting process had already begun somewhat as a few of us have found and befriended each other on facebook. There was so much conversation about about what we'd observed on our respective "walls," I'm almost certain that some who are not already joined will do so in the near future.
Speaking of walls, one of my cousins came up to me and told me how much she enjoyed my photography and checked every day to see what I've posted. Then she lowered her voice a little bit and whispered, "I have a confession to make....."
She had made a print of one of my photos and it was hanging on her bedroom wall. I guess she felt guilty about doing it, although I'd gladly give her (or anyone in my family) anything she wanted. It hasn't been until recently that I started watermarking the photos I post. The idea that someone would want to print off, display or even take credit for my work seemed too farfetched to be anything but flattering if it should happen.
From what I gathered by her description, the photo she chose to display is the one above. I captured this Monarch butterfly in the swampy area that surrounds the walking trail at the park across the street from my office. I'd noticed them the day before as I walked around with my camera, but couldn't get close enough. The next day I returned with my telephoto lens and my sneakers.
By now I'm getting accustomed to the curious looks of strangers as I shoot, but I have to wonder what the people in my office building thought when I returned still picking stray pieces of dried grass off my black dress slacks - looking a bit sweaty and bedraggled.
My cousin said the photo printed out really well, which shocked me considering she'd blown it up to a 16 x 9 inch print from the low resolution version I'd posted on facebook.
In a funny twist, she told me that the Walgreen's tech gave her a bit of trouble (which required paperwork to be signed) because she didn't have written permission from the the photographer. "You know I'm going to have to blog about this, don't you?" I told her. She laughed and said that was fine.
The photographer. There's that word again. It kind of has a ring to it.
This claiming of the title sort of of reminds me of Kim Klassen's "I am an Artist" declaration. (Kim's "crackerjack" and "serious magic" textures were used in this image, by the way.)