Birds of a Feather

Sometimes, inspiration for a photo story comes from the most unexpected places.   I was having a bit of photographers' block (as if that's a real condition) when trying to determine my subject for today.    I couldn't get the juices flowing and find art in every day opportunities, as I wanted this blog to help me discover.   Driving around the town square, the park, schools, and other areas in town, I kept drawing blanks as to what would make both and interesting shot and story.   Then, while catching a quick nap this morning, it hit me.  

Last night, a coworker presented me with some peacock feathers to give to my daughter.   A couple of nights before, we were chatting about nothing in particular when she mentioned her peacocks that were on her farm.   I asked her if it would be possible to bring me a few so I could give them to my daughter as a surprise, and to cement my standing as the #1 dad.   She dressed them up for me with a ribbon and I brought them home, snuck into my daughter's room, and placed them in a spot that she would see when she woke up.   Her reaction this morning was evident that I had never lost that superlative label.   In thinking about my shot, I knew that the amazing colors on the feather would not only make a great subject, but would remind me of how overjoyed my daughter was this morning as she ran into my room and hugged my neck.