Hanging around water birds, hoping for a flare close to shore, I notice that some of the birds have a really cute dive. They don’t just sink under the surface like the loons at home, nor do they just stick their head under the surface, like the mallards.
Instead, they do a little tuck and roll, like a pre-schooler starting a somersault, somehow lifting off the water just a tad before disappearing. Sploosh. I immediately decide I need a picture of these birds as they get some air between them and the water.
Again, it turns out to be harder than it looks. Several splooshes later, I have as many shots of the ripples after the dive.
But I keep at it, and eventually gather several shots of the tail ends of water birds. I’m still too late, but I’m not as late.
Finally, tracking a bird a fair way offshore, I get that tingly sensation: He’s gonna go! I hit the button, and he launches.
Well, OK, it still isn’t exactly what I was hoping for, but (as in golf), the close shots are what bring you back.