We lost one of our Silver Laced Wyandotte’s sometime during the night. It’s our first, but probably not last death. I’d long ago stopped doing a head count when latching our coop as the girls truly put themselves to bed around dusk. This was after orating on this virtuous trait of the bird yesterday to friends Jay and Anna who are going to be chicken, rabbit and dog sitting so I can leave town and regain some semblance of a sense of humor. A scattering of feathers triggered my peaking over the edge of the planter box and it was a grisly sight. Naturally I want to share.
It’s difficult to know where to begin because StrangeMagee is the only individual I know who truly fits the definition of a renaissance man. In my mind this coastal dweller is a biologist, botanist, landscape architect, ceramicist, videographer, designer of green dwellings for human habitation, naturific customized bicycles, lighting and a stellar, predominantly nature photographer. On top of that a private and in my opinion modest about his talents kind of guy. I’m certain I’m leaving something out.
This is a relatively new series of images, one that I love. When Henry was much younger and into Playmobil figures I would occasionally amuse myself by setting up the inappropriate scenario (the bar fight involving excess alcohol consumption for example) then document it with my camera.
So I guess I have a built in thing or thang for miniatures. The scale of these figures would make a Playmobil person appear gigantic. If I’m recalling correctly they’re not any taller then a fingernail. Nature as everyday tasks, everyday tasks incorporating nature, and the play on scale make it all good.
For images that roam far beyond the small set (wow, bad unintentional pun) I’m sharing you can find StrangeMagee on Flickr, his website at http://strangemagee.com or his blog http://www.strangemagee.wordpress.com. His blog is linked on my homepage with the reference to banjo playing squirrels.