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.