My adventures in photography stopped momentarily when I learned that the two swans I was excitedly photographing had been tagged and wings clipped to stay in that one little pond, purchased by the neighborhood in the “duck pond” area of town which is historic.
I could not enjoy taking pictures of two animals I felt sorrow for.
Just as I could not enjoy taking pictures of zoo animals, circus animals, caged animals.
That is me. That is who I am. I don’t expect everyone to feel as I do or even agree with me. This is just part of who I am and a part that I actually love about myself.
I took both of these pictures. I had my daughter alter the one to look completely black to represent the sadness I felt for her.
I don’t know the full story of these swans. Just by what a woman told me that saw me photographing them. Perhaps this was just a bad/dirty pond day. Maybe they were able to get out of the pond and wander around outside of the cement walls. I can only hope. I will hold on to that.