Good Evening, ladies and gentlemen…
The scene is set. An isolated farmhouse before the storm.
A ladder leaning against a lone tree.
Here a heedless harpy harangues her hapless husband.
The husband, his soul pierced by a thousand verbal barbs, slouches over his basement work table and slowly twists a rope over and over.
And as the skies darken, faint thunder is heard rolling across the barren landscape. The basement stairs creak as the man heavily climbs them with the rope in his hands.
Meanwhile a lone eagle flies over a railroad span.
The river rages below.
The wind whips through the trees. A light mist settles.
A ravenous troll lurks below the bridge as a footsteps of a young goat rings out.
Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. Clip…
Oh sorry Sampson, didn’t mean to scare you. Thank you Zeus for covering his eyes. Sammy is a bit nervy at times. He also needs a bath..
Why don’t you guys go and chase some birds?
Oh I see. Yes, that is an awful lot of birds.
A Hitchcockian amount of birds, one might say.
Where’s an eagle when you need one?
There he is!
Now, where was I? I was going somewhere with this Hitchcock stuff.
Never mind, I’ve lost it. Here, look at a photo of Zeus chasing his nose.
Yup, that’s what he’s doing. Don’t worry though, he didn’t catch it.
Well. I guess I should quit messing around with the camera and go paint something.
Till we meet again..
©Virginia Spencer, thepurpledogpaintingblog, 2013