A few years ago I bought my first serious camera: a DSLR just a little too heavy for me.
Yikes. This was harder than it looked – the “this” being capturing photos like those I see online all the time. All. The. Time.
Then I started taking pictures of birds: a subject just a little too flitty for me.
Yikes again: The smaller the bird, the harder it was.
I’ve lost track of my blurry shots of verdins: tiny yet forceful singers in the trees all over Metro Phoenix. I even have more than one blurry shot of leaves, where a verdin used to be.
So it is with new eyes that I appreciate super photos of birds, like these, forwarded by photographer neighbours. Although I know that I will never duplicate or, likely, even approach them, I can still take something from the lesson being offered.
Within my own technical and patience limits, I can try to see with new eyes: not to capture the perfectly posed (and perfectly boring?) shot, but to capture the bird’s personality (umm, avianality?). In that respect, this is a perfect shot of a verdin.
Action shots? Well, maybe next decade.