Shearing Sheep at Melvin's Farm
I don’t make many portraits so portraits are special. We spent an afternoon photographing Melvin’s machine shop while Melvin, Kenny and the sheep shearer (and his sheep dog) took care of shearing Melvin’s sheep. When we accomplished our photographic mission for the day, it came time to take our leave of Melvin’s farm. Just before we left, the shearing was completed. The three men stood by the shed and were resting from a day’s work. Melvin said that without the dog, it would have taken three more men to herd the sheep to the shearer. It was at that point I asked the men if I could make their photograph. Fatigue played a role in their not wanting to move and being able to sit still for a long exposure.
After I put my camera gear away, I came back to shake hands with Melvin and wish him well. He stuck out a huge mitt of hand and I gave him my best firm grip, double pump, look ‘em in the eye handshake. I have shaken hands many times, but this was the most memorable in my life. Melvin’s hand was huge, strong, and covered with lanolin from a day’s handling of wool. The combination of a muscular hand hard and strong from a life time of farm work made incredibly soft by the lanolin was a tactile experience that transcended an afternoon of photography.
A postcard is a picture and a story. ”Postcards from the Creative Journey” should be a picture and a story about the picture. It’s taken me a couple of years to figure that out and more posts like this will be a lot more fun for you. Photographs and their stories will outnumber ruminations on photography. Photographers are more enthusiastic and interesting when talking about their photographs than talking about photography.