To fill that gap I needed to create some personal magic, so I joined flickr and after looking around at a bunch of groups and figuring out how people took something so huge and made it personal, I figured out where I needed to be. I wasn't really into photographing myself everyday (and believe me when I say that I was astounded at how many groups were dedicated to just that), but I did want something that would force me to get out the camera every single day.
That led me to the awkwardly named but quirky One Object 365 Days group.
I was amazed by some of the photos. I sort of had an idea, inspired by those folks who uploaded religiously. I even knew what "object" I would use: I'd found this farm animal cow in the parking lot when I was in graduate school.
I knew it was meant to be.
|An early depiction of my cow. Not exactly a stellar photo, nor a great outcome for the cow when I wandered off to view the photo on my computer.|
So I took a photo. I wasn't very imaginative, and my photography skills ... well, they needed a lot of work. But I had to start somewhere, right?
I did not foresee how curious my dogs would be. Or maybe I meant to say hungry. I still can't say with any certainty - all I know for sure is that my cow disappeared after this photoshoot. I left the room for a bit, I came back in, and the phone was still there. The cow wasn't.
I was sad. I was also angry, but this part is harder to explain. I didn't have a lot invested in the project and I could have started my 365 days over. It was only day 2 when the toy wandered off.
Those who know me can attest to my stubborn nature. If I make my mind up about anything, I will not stop or back down until I am okay with the results. But what could I do without this stupid little toy?
I looked at farm animals and I have to admit something else here. I am cheap. I would not buy all those farm animals for one cow, especially when the cows in that collection didn't look right. I also had no photo editing skills, so a clone was out as well.
While wandering the toy aisles of Wal-Mart trying to figure out what I should do (please no judgment, Wal-Mart was our ONLY grocery store in our small town), I saw something that changed my life. I figured out right then what I needed to do, if only I could pull it off.
I would make my cow, and within a few hours, she would finally have a name, thanks to my husband.
Model Magic air-dry clay and I have been good friends ever since. Frankencow has taken me along on her adventures, far and wide but mostly to the most magical non-places that I could ever hope to go.
|The birth of Frankencow was fairly quick and painless.|
I haven't started at the beginning of her life here because she's at her best with Bingo, and it took him some time to show up. I guess monkeys don't normally gravitate to the same pastures as cows, so it's really no surprise that the two of them hang out elsewhere.
I hope you enjoy the surprises and even the minor mishaps that these two get into, and if you ever want to read their older stuff, it's on flickr. Write me a comment and I'll send you a link.