Now that’s a face only a mother could love.
I was a little hurt, I admit it. I thought my cormorant shots were quite nice.
Of course, my mother wasn’t passing judgement on my early attempts at nature photography: She was passing judgement on the bird, and I guess that’s fair enough. Conventionally pretty they’re not.
But I find they’re like most things I photograph: The longer I look, the lovelier they get.