I usually take a walk after my evening meal. Once the kitchen is cleaned up I take a step outside and inhale the fresh air and enjoy nature. I like to hear the birds sing and the bugs making their evening sounds. Now that it is nearly autumn the daylight has slowly begun to fade like a shadow creeping up the hill. Those long days made me feel alive. Before long we will be confined to our homes while we wait for spring again.
This evening I strolled down the street of a lovely neighborhood that adjoins mine. The houses are quaintly decorated with well kept lawns. I often admire those large houses and try to imagine myself living in one of them. I put my camera in a backpack and headed down the street looking for something to photograph. Last week I noticed a beautiful gourd in the front of an eclectically put together yard. The gourd caught my eye.
I put my backpack down on the brick wall and began pulling my camera out. A lady that I hadn't noticed asked me if I was collecting something.
I told her that I intended on taking a picture of the gourd hanging in the tree. She was thrilled that I liked it enough to take a picture. She invited me into her yard so that I could get a better shot.
She asked if I would like to see more of them. "Of course", I said. How could I say no? Before I knew it the brick wall was lined with the most beautifully decorated gourds I have ever seen. Did you know that it takes about 18 months to dry one of these? I learned a lot talking to this lady.
She hand paints them. They are inspired by Native American culture. The top fits the bottom like a puzzle and is covered with animals. I asked her if she ever sold her works of art. Sadly, she only gives them to family and friends. She told me that she invests at least 200 hours of work into each gourd. No one will be able to pay her what they are worth.
By the way, I have a new Canon 60D. Needless to say, I am so happy with the results. Who knows what the future may hold for this wannabe photographer.