Studio Journal of Amy Deputy Photography

Last light touches the pink petunias in the window box. We hold hands. It’s dinnertime. We ready for our ritual feast with a quick scan of the table. Ketchup…Check. A1 sauce…Check. Steak knives…Check.

Each night we choose our blessing style, a song, take-turns spoken grace or silence. Tonight we choose a song. They sing low. I sing high. We bless the sunshine and the rain, the green beans and the french fries, the many hands that picked our vegetables, the earth that held them, the cow we grilled, the journey of the folks who brought our food to the grocery.

The dogs lay on the deck in a sunset slice. We place napkins in our laps.

“Do you know what would make my life complete?” our 13-year-old son asks.

My husband peeps over his glasses. My green bean fork u-turns and rests on my plate.

“What would that be?” I ask.

“A chimp with buck teeth,” he answers.

I hear a bird symphony. My eyes blink. Four eyebrows raise. I forget about my green beans.

“So Mom… what would make your life complete? he asks.

I experience a very long moment. The answer comes. “World peace,” I say.

“An end to hunger,” his father says.

“Hmm…good answers,” he pipes.

“Oh and one more thing,” he adds. “I also need a robotic ant.”

Laugh lines deepen. Knives and forks point to three o’clock. The dogs race to discover leftover treasures in the summer grass.

Miss Jenny Wren fluffs her feathers. She hunkers down. She makes a home. Four tiny eggs nestle within the curve of the wreath on my studio door. Her soft belly coaxes four new lives. She has knitted with twigs and stray string scraps. She has created a refuge tucked under the words faith, hope and love.

Miss Jenny is me.

Miss Jenny reminds me to peep out of my studio and let you know I too have eggs in the incubator. I’m darn tooting excited as I create a studio you can call your photography home. First, I do hereby solemnly declare, by Miss Jenny Wren and all avian powers that be, to regularly post on this blog. Second, I duly promise to post more pictures and less complete sentences. Third, as I wiggle my blogging tail feathers, I’ll may ask you for ideas and invite guest writers. Fourth, I will create an idea guide for the many artists you might consider for your event. Lastly, on my honor I will do my best to…keep you informed of additions including my blossoming portrait garden, new principle photographers and community photography events.

Perhaps Miss Jenny is an angel wearing a bird suit as her disguise and perhaps, Jenny is just a bird. I choose to believe she’s the former.

love,
amy