This little (not really LITTLE) house intrigues me. There’s not a single tree surrounding it, which is rare on the Saskatchewan prairie (wind breaks…don’t want to lose that precious topsoil)…and the first time I visited it the front door (devoid of glass) was locked.
He is just a low down, dirty pig. A happy dirty pig. A friendly dirty pig, and he wanted to be petted.
Did I ever mention that I like goats? I think I may more than once. Either way goats are awesome and recently on a little trip to the vast expanse of corn and soybean that is known as the rest of the state of Illinois I got the opportunity to play with some very well behaved goats.
I was visiting a coworker’s family because she wanted some good photos of her two horses, they will be featured in another post. While there we asked the neighbors if I could photograph the goats and they readily agreed. It was an amazing experience as I am accustomed to either unsocialized goats that are mostly decoration for the barn, or the ill mannered bullies you find in petting zoos.
These little goats are ladies through and through. They were very curious as to what we were up to but they didn’t jump on you or steal from you. They just wanted to be petted and scratched, something I was happy to do in between taking photos.
Then there was April. She has the goofiest personality of any goat I’ve ever met and given that they’re not exactly the most stoic animals to begin with that is saying a lot. Many of my photos have her sneaking around in the background, checking things out. She was terribly impressed with the camera, and while she wasn’t too sure about it she just had to make sure that she was the center of attention at all times.
Those of you who have followed this blog for a while know that the Idiot Photographer and I are quite fond of ruined and abandoned buildings. That said, I wasn’t expecting to find many abandoned factories in Iceland. So it was a bit of a surprise to come across many abandoned farms across the country. What they lack in size and scale they sure make up for in background, and I found myself in the familiar position of documenting ruins on a trip where that had been the furthest thing from my mind.