Everything new is always old again. While visiting a small farm of a friend I became a groupie stalking this crested hen with my camera casually stepping past the piles of chicken and goat poo in my dedication. I was a paparazzi. Everybody, I say now, everybody, wants at some time in their life to be a rock star. Admit it. You have daydreamed about it a time or two. All those groupies screaming at how cool you are and wanting just to touch you. The way this gal strutted and tossed her mop top (almost as if hiding the fact that she was on that springtime drug) with determined style, she reminded me of an overdressed very cool, gay, rock star. I had fun editing the photo below for the cover of a virtual Rolling Stone.
Lets get this party goin'.