Crossroads Yoga teacher Erin Reipe poses in eka pada rajakapotasana (pigeon pose) at sunset.
Today marks day 8 of the photo contest. I managed to pull my butt out of bed at 6 am about four days last week which might be a personal best. The thing is that getting out of bed is difficult, but the reward of seeing the sunrise and how the silence of the field gives way to the beginning of the day is really magical. The complete opposite of the zen that I feel at sunrise and sunset is my adventure in frustration today, as I am prepare for a long day at my desktop looking through nearly 2,000 images and photoshopping the best ones. It’s a frustrating process because it is tedious and there are many shots that are identical or nearly identical. I am also reminded of all the shots that could have been but because of focus issues or poor lighting or human error are just total shit. I haven’t even got to the actual photoshopping yet- where I long to see my image pop and bloom with the magic of the digital darkroom but usually I end up of with a grab bag of surprises. On the bright side, my pull includes deer, hogs, cranes, vermillion flycatchers, jays, ducks, cattle, landscapes, and one ahmazing owl shot.
My other reflection on a week of really getting down with wildlife photography is that I really need to learn some patience. We have blinds and I just can’t seem to sit there for more than about 30 seconds before deeming the area unattractive to all things living and pack up my stuff and creep quietly to find a bird in a tree or a deer over the ridge. I think this is hurting my capture of images. I am always scrambling to get some snaps before the animal sees me, or is frightened enough finally to scamper off. But sitting still feels like I am not even trying. Perhaps by week 8 I will have mastered this wandering spirit and found my inner sitter.
This photo was shot several days ago on a blustery day. This bird soared right above me seemingly oblivious to my presence or confident that my interest in him (or her?) was non threatening. My winged friend played around in the wind the way people sit at the edge of the ocean and let the tide ebb and flow around them. He attempted to let himself be completely still and see where the air would take him.
Yesterday I went tromping around with my father in law’s huge lens. I wish I could even remember how big it was. Maybe a 500? Anyways, it was a long, telescoping, manual focus lens, and without a tripod it was difficult to manage to pop off a clear shot. I also picked a spot at the river which is better illuminated in the hours before sunset, rather than at sunset. So even though it was fun to be outdoors and trying something new- it was sort of a bust. I managed to get one good shot of some backlit moss.