No longer can I remember - why.
Why I began? What prompted...what inspired...what motivated me- to begin this thing that I do every day?
In the beginning - there were an unlikely pair of Pekin ducks. They piqued my interest and my curiosity. I slowed things down...I stopped...I began to look and to record and to see.
At first - it was their story I was telling....and then - it became something other. Something more. Something much greater than the parts and the pieces. Their story...became my own.
Funny how it happened. That what began with only a seed of intention has changed and grown. How everything big...comes from a something that once oh-so-very-small.
Altho I no longer remember why I began...I know why it is I continue. Because with each and every new day comes the gift of uncovering something different. Something - perhaps - I've seen hundreds of times. But - on any particular day - I see anew.