I know that many of our readers are familiar with Natasha's photographs of flora and fauna that she has lovingly baked, sautéed, grilled and shot with perfection. Her still life prowess is a trademark of this blog's essence, and a testament to her intuitive composition and magical sense of lighting. Despite her prolific output and mastery of the table top she will habitually hand me the camera as we pass through our apartment door and venture into the great outdoors.
However, this weekend on a trip to our friends Otis and Carlin's CSA in upstate New York we stopped off at the Washington County Fair to poke our noses into a world like no other. But that is a different story, for a different post. This post marks a moment in time when we strolled the cow barn, past the Jerseys, Guernseys and Holsteins and Natasha yanked the camera from around my neck to take this beautiful photograph. After all of gigabytes and gigabytes of documentary pixels of batters, roasts, and platters, I would have to say that this picture is one of my favorites.
I can't stop admiring the romantic richness of the amber browns that are tinged and balanced by a touch of terra cotta. I can't get my head around how the wheelbarrow mimics the angle and the weight of the cow, or how the sharp, thrusting lead-in lines bring me from the wheelbarrow's silhouetted handle to the gentile hay strewn curve of the cows spine, along its head, to finally rest on the face of the cow in the upper right hand corner. And of course the second cow lies behind railings that play off of the back and side of the wheelbarrow, effectively compacting the photo and creating frames within frames, within frames. Damn you Natasha, damn you! If there is any consolation, for this "outdoor photographer", the photo was taken inside a barn.
OK, I'm in love. Thanks to Natasha, I'm in love with a picture of a cow, and a shit-carting wheelbarrow. Well done.