After all these photographs I still stop and stare.
And there have been times it was a log, just not very often.
After all these photographs I still stop and stare.
And there have been times it was a log, just not very often.
A few photographs here adding to the overall series of monochrome rural camp cabins.
This group was taken at the Methodist Campgrounds at Indian Fields, South Carolina.
South Carolina.
The scenery, and distance, could not have been better.
When shooting a bird in motion half the time it’s an educated guess if I have zoomed in to catch the scene right. Once you start is not the time to change your mind.
Since I was out in the open I could pan the shots and follow the Spoonbill going by.
I tend to like the environment to be a bigger piece of the image so distance here worked well for me. A clear sweeping opportunity like this is unusual. Typically by the fourth in a series there’s grass or dirt right in front of the lens.
This day Spoonbill were moving back and forth between two big marshes. Here I was moving along with them, well he got there first.
Another shot of a local, this time a Heron, tucked up against the dike grass.
Spring / summer we might not have noticed him at all. I do love the fall grasses, but they are not as good for hiding.
A few times I thought I would catch him taking off. He did all the signals. But it’s a Spoonbill.
Spoonbills need those little ‘fidget’ thingies.
Best title I could think of at the moment. It’s accurate so I went with it.
Recently I got replacement parts, for me. The ‘warranty’ was up and it seemed like a good idea at the time. Modern medicine, gotta love it.
Since we shoot almost all the time and live in a wildlife photographers paradise I have no shortage of photographs. However parking myself at the office desk for any amount of time is ‘not allowed’… and monitored I might add.
I can work from an IPad, which I do carry around with me.
Hence this shot was lost on a drive until now, and many more I thought were done will likely pop up over time. Grammar and spelling will surely suffer. My IPad hates me.
In short, sorry for the inconsistent work flow, yet it will be fun to watch how the IPad torments me.
When I shot this the Spoonbill had been feeding and pacing around for a while. Since none raised any alarm they were content to ignore me standing in the reeds.
Of course I was expecting chaos any moment so I was the tense one, not the birds.
Just so darn smooth…
Great Blue Heron in his usual fishing spot.