I’d be pissed too!
I’d spent the afternoon out shooting all manner of things: old sheds, abandoned silos, piles of dirt, tire tracks, a dead grasshopper missing a leg, and all your various landscape cliches, when I came upon a field containing this and many other random piles of bones. Many of the bones had obviously been played with by someone before me(this cows teeth don’t really match up, and I’m pretty sure coyotes don’t play with their food). The photographer in me went to town finding angles, evaluating light, finding the bones with the best textures and the least yuk. About halfway through shooting I remembered that I recently had taken to watching a fairly popular TV show lately called “The Walking Dead”, I had to see what all the fuss about the show was. Zombies. I’ve always found Zombies to be the lamest of the monsters. They’re stiff jointed, have blotchy, saggy skin, they’re very slow and they just moan and groan all the time. It’s more like “Night of the Living Elderly” and we’re just their Tapioca. Well, the show is very intense and beyond disgusting (helpful hint, spaghetti is not the best meal choice if you’re dining while watching, learned that one the hard way), but it sucked me in. Back to the original story. So, I’m standing in a field of bones, crazy zombie crap running through my head, bladder weakening, then….BOOM! It hits me, I should use my wide angle lens, this guys head is way too big!
Zombies and Photographers, not really that different. Brains, pretty sunsets, it’s all the same.