This is part of a research project I’ve been doing for work over the last year. I started it with the vague idea of taking shots that captured the rookiness of rooks. I didn’t want clean BBC Wildlife Magazine style shots, impressive though that sort of wildlife photography is. But what I wanted was something less precise – I wanted their movement, their eccentricities, the endless ciphers and shape-shifts of rook flight, the way they come in under the radar like Stealth bombers, or swagger across the grass, or tumble in the wind like flakes of soot, or hunch on a branch, or gather in huge numbers to storm to and from their roosts. I want all the things that are anathema to conventional wildlife photographers: blur, burned out skies, unbalanced compositions, rooks skidding in like half-formed shadows at the edge of your vision.
The rest of the research project involves more rook photographs and explorations of representations of corvids in art and photography, the enculturation of corvids in mythology and folklore, and a comparative analysis of the history and conventions of orthodox wildlife photography.
I like my life :D
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