Here are some other views…
Here are some other views…
I was still feeling discouraged today when I headed for the river. I had been there about 90 minutes and was feeling somewhat more upbeat, when I saw a tiny bird in a red berry tree. I spent the next 30 minutes trying to get a good shot of him? her?, who knows…
I do not have the right camera or lenses for fast moving nature photography but who cares? The hunt was exhilarating.
As I started home the wind picked up and the sun started down (it seems to sink much more quickly in fall and winter than in spring or summer).
As I stood watching I saw my Hallmark moment and had to shoot. – clichés are clichés for a reason. I find that the verbal ones mean something to the brain while the visual ones mean something to the heart.
There you stood
on the edge of your feather,
Expecting to fly.
This little guy gave it his best shot but…I don’t know if the problem was physical, emotional, or intellectual but he just could not make it happen. I think, maybe, that there’s a metaphor in here someplace.
I am listening to The Trio a lot these days. The pure singing takes me to a different, very calm, and centered, place and I need that right now…After The Goldrush – The Trio
I went to a camera repair shop yesterday to see if they could refurbish an old 1950′s Canon Abigail’s grandfather gave her recently. While I was there I asked them to look at my 18-55 lens. It “sounded” wrong to me and I thought everything I was shooting seemed “off”. Damned if I hadn’t broken the gears somehow. How? No idea…but there you go. Into the shop for repairs at a cost of $79. Small Beer as the British say, (Small Beer: “Informal” a person or thing of little importance”) given all that is going on here but still a pain in the rear.
This guy kept trying to pick something out of the water – looked kind of like a bagel to me but I can’t be sure – and wasn’t able to get it…I shot at least 4 attempts he made…
New York aka The Naked City, can be a tough town. The police don’t believe we will ever know what brought the muppet to this sad end but this reporter would suggest that they pay close attention to the feather in the water near him. Has anyone seen a large bird and a glamor pig since the body was found?
Woke up to bright sunshine and temperatures in the 70s! Unfortunately, by the time I was able to get out in the mid afternoon, it was closing in on rain and temperatures had dropped back into the 60′s.
Unfortunately I have not been able to leave Manhattan recently and get up the river. Life keeps interfering, as it will.
I had it confirmed today that the male hawk I showed you on 4-20-11 has died. It is believed that he was killed by rodentcide from eating a dead rat but they are awaiting autopsy results. Currently the female is keeping up and doing both jobs but hawks have been known to abandon their eyass in this situation.
I didn’t have much time today and I spent much of it stalking this little guy until I almost got the shot I wanted.
The head of my college theater department had a saying about the work posted on his office wall: “It’s not the vision I had”.
He would remind you, however, that just because it wasn’t the vision you started with didn’t mean it might not be better than what you had envisioned.
Your collaborators always bring something to the table and you have to listen to them.