Fairbanks’ Pigeon Place

These days when I’m working in my yard or sometimes just sitting in the living room letting the breeze float in, overhead I can often hear the sound of cooing pigeons. Occasionally they take flight or land, but most of the time this Garden Island (scroll to bottom) flock of eighty spends its days waiting on an electric wire that is located just outside my yard. And every afternoon my neighbor from across the street walks outside, scoops feed from a synthetic burlap bag into a bowl, and sprinkles its contents under the large spruce tree located in his front yard. Last month I documented this ritual in a Soundslides project called Pigeon Place.