Well today started out pretty normal, but by tonight's end it made me realize you have to be determined and extremely focused to make it in any business or profession...especially photography. I won't go into any details as to what happened, but I'll simply say...most photographers have big egos and if they think you're invading their turf...they will attack. Enough said.
So now it made me think of something I'd either read or heard somewhere. The title is: "The story about the Bird, the Cow, and the Cat" and it goes like this:
A bird was flying south for the winter. Cold and hungry, the bird found refuge in a barn on a farm. His wings were nearly frozen stiff with icicles. The bird thought to himself, “I am dead for sure.”
A cow in the barn came by, sniffed around and unloaded a big, stinky pile of cowpie on top of the bird. The bird was drowning in cow caca and thought to himself, “I am dead. I am dead.”
Although the cowpie stank, it was warm and helped thaw the bird, bringing much needed warmth. The bird struggled a bit and managed to poke out his beak to breath. The bird thought to himself, “Yes, yes, I am alive! I’ll be okay!”
The bird was so happy, it began to sing. A cat in the barn heard the singing and came over to investigate. The cat discovered the bird within the cowpie, dug the bird out, washed him and ate him.
Moral of the story:
Not everyone who craps on you is your enemy.
Not everyone who gets you out of crap is your friend.
If you are warm and happy and covered in crap, don’t sing about it.
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Finally I've posted some pictures which I wanted to do something art-like with them. I like to people-watch and observe and reflect back in images and words. ciao James
