The thing I love most about selling prints at pop-up markets is meeting people, and chatting about art and travel. My last show was no exception.
To my surprise, someone recognized the location of one of my favourite photographs. This has never happened, online or off, and not only did she know the spot, but knew the story behind it.
I was giddy!
I had found this little spot up in the Bruce peninsula a few years ago, quite by accident. When I’m scouting for locations, I have a vague idea of where I’m going and what I’m looking for, but for the most part, I’m just following the road which looks the most interesting.
As I turned the corner on this little side road near the end of my day, I came across dozens of little birdhouses. All of them were unique and interesting, and in spite of the dog at the next house who was letting me know in no uncertain terms that I was being watched, I stopped to make a few photographs.
When I returned home, I put the question out to social media: why would someone have so many birdhouses? Is this purely decorative? Does it serve a function? The most plausible reason came back from a friend of mine who lives in the country and suggested it was to keep the birds away from the fields. As it turns out, the woman who owns the land built a birdhouse for each one of her grandchildren. My sources were unclear as to whether she has as many grandchildren as she does birdhouses, or whether people just started buying her more birdhouses as gifts, but it made the photographs so much more meaningful knowing this little detail.