While in Jordan I made this photograph one day while driving to the cave. A young boy riding a donkey caring for his sheep. I thought it was interesting in comparison to a throw-back image of mine, taken in the Dominican Republic of another shepherd...or cowboy I guess he would be called. I loved the man on the motorcycle, herding his cattle as well as the boy, perfectly blending into his landscape. Two very different lives and two very different places.
Maybe I am jumping to conclusions on this one. For some reason I just decided that would be the most appropriate thing to do. I love to photograph butchers. For some reason I just can't get enough. So, what would be more appropriate than marrying a butcher? Maybe becoming a butcher? I did learn about butchering pigs the other day (pictures to eventually come of that too). If I marry a butcher, then I can become like that photographer who only photographed his wife in the last part of his wife. Except my husband would conveniently be a butcher. Best of both worlds. Enough said, now onto the brief ode/travelogue of butchers around the world, inspired by this first image taken in a mall yesterday.
Moscow, Russia (did I mention this is in a mall?):
Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic (aka future Christine):
London, England (one of the many eligible butchers who I might marry):
Well, enough of that weird burst of confession hour about my love for photographing butchers.