i never thought the transition from making images of caught fish where they’re actually held and/or mostly immobile to free-moving birds in flight would be easy but easy was never the goal.
it’s a fascinating challenge where there’s a lot more flips and flops than images that come out as hoped. in other words, it’s a bit like continuously getting your butt kicked whilst carrying around fancy glass and electronics and staring off, squinting into the blue all the while asking for a harder kick.
i love this, the journey, the creatures and of course the never-ending attraction to waterways where all this happens. more than a place to enjoy seeing some nice butts while getting my very own kicked, it’s home.
no goals, no plans.
going where the winds take me.
the picture will paint itself.
some believe water has a conscience,
i just think it has a mind of its own.
sometimes forgetting that it’s often the guys in back who tell the story.
that the ordinary can be just as exceptionally beautiful as the extraordinary.
all it takes is taking the time to look a little closer to appreciate what we have.
i think i’ll leave with them…
White stork parents alternate egg incubating duties so it’s hard to tell if this is a she or he but it was a funny or maybe more aptly, a quirky one. of the thirty or so images i took this is the only one where we can clearly see its eye as it was constantly trying to hide behind one of the tree’s branches.
it didn’t do this when i was looking at it normally but only when behind the camera. as i moved my lens a little to the left, a little to the right, up or down, it would automatically adjust to find some safe place behind another branch or leaf to hide its eye.
funny that such a large bird wouldn’t take into account the rest of its body during the hiding process. in a way i suppose it’s an inverted/twisted ‘out of sight, out of mind’ approach but then that’s just me attempting to apply human reasoning to something that isn’t human and that’s dumb.
whatever its reasons, it was a nice encounter and whilst i sometimes regret carrying the big lens when out fishing, that wasn’t the case today.
a happy little chub slurping down a mid-afternoon snack.
one of the slurpees ? doubt it but it’s still a fly.
a well-meaning friend asked me if this was still a fly fishing blog.
here you go.