I was awarded an artist in residency at Acadia National Park for two weeks, October 23-November 6th. The excitement and anticipation have been bubbling and rumbling since I received the news earlier this year. I flew in to Albany to visit my mom and then headed up to Maine. Yesterday I stopped at the Maine Wildlife Park to work on my Captivityseries. Every time I cry. I try and be open minded about what each wildlife park and zoo is trying to accomplish. But when I see a bald eagle that is in a cage too small to extend its wings for more than a moment of flight, or two barred owls characterized as shy and solitary on the information sign displayed in their pen on tree limbs with no place to hide, I question the park's role as stewards and protectors. The park grounds are spacious for picnic groups and concerts but I am continually surprised at the size of the enclosures, a bobcat pacing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.