Last night I was flipping through my National Geographic 100 best pictures and found a photo I am relating to at the moment:



Photographer: Cary Wolinsky

I'm feeling half-exposed, feeling a bit violated by those who are "shearing me", feeling like I need to turn my unshaved side to the world, but in the privacy of my own home I am only feeling my naked and raw side. This is the result of a busy time at work, which happens four times every year, just the nature of the beast, but I'm definitely empathizing with this sheep right now.

Speaking of sheep, I originally majored in pre-veterinary medicine in college so I had the pleasure of capturing a sheep and incapacitating it so that my partner could shear the sheep. I did it, and was proud that I could accomplish the directive, but I felt guilty about it at the same time.