Let me begin by saying I am humbled by many things these days: stairs, buttons, opening jars, people who don’t like me, aging … very much this last one. But the most humbling experience that I subject myself to with surprising regularity is bird photography.
As an example, Friday was a perfect photo day. Overcast, but no rain. There was interest swirling in the cloud formations and bursts of color along the trail. Clear blue skies are lovely too, but the light feels very authentic and soft on these sunless days. A bit muted even. A softened background where color can pop is my favorite.
To get this yesterday
I had to get through a lot of this.
To get to this
there was this
Sometimes I like the effect of a blurry photo better than the photo I intended to take.
Sometimes I take a shot and don’t even realize what I’ve captured until I return home. !
At the root of all of it is a willingness to be constantly humbled by circumstance. If 2020’s job was to teach me patience and determination, then 2021 is here to teach me to love what is. Where I am. What lies in front of me. Heron legs or art ? (And does it really matter after all ?) It is as it is.
Photographing birds is a bit like a carnival game. They flutter around with you in hot pursuit. It seems that no sooner do you spot them and focus that they are gone again and maybe if you’re lucky you get this …
Mostly, I get this
Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience” -Ralph Waldo Emerson
While humbling, it also teaches me discipline. Every time I step outside my door I am learning and growing. I know not to rush things. I know that the moments I am in are the only ones that really matter. I’m grateful for the moments we share here, too. Happy Sunday ♡
Here were a few of the hundreds of photos I took Friday. A lovely day !