In August, 2002, I spent a week at The Maine Photographic Workshops learning how to make better photographs.
One afternoon, my class went to the Union Fair, which in addition to having a wonderful assortment of interesting people offered really incredible edibles made from local blueberries.
This fellow was presiding over his prize winning roosters. They really didn’t look anything like a rooster to me, because they were simply too pretty. After chatting with him for a while, I asked him whether I might photograph him and he was kind enough to permit me. He’d been quite friendly and had a reasonably ready smile, so I was surprised to find him so stern when I made the photograph.