Arc of the Kingfisher
I have a few terabytes of backlogged photos I’ve never posted — many of which should probably stay archived. But, I thought for sure I’d published this one. When I searched my blog archives, it appears...
View ArticleGreat Blue Squiggles
I guess it’s Composite Week, since this is my second Photoshop posting in a few days. We saw this Great Blue Heron (Ardea herodias) fishing for sculpin (mostly) in a nearby Seattle marina. I’m always...
View ArticleOsprey Noir
I figured it was about time I added to my Bird Noir series. I was on Elliott Bay, looking out for the re-tern of the terns — Caspian Terns — when I saw this Osprey (Pandion haliaetus) flying toward me....
View ArticleBreaking in the New [Tern] Lens
So little time … and so little sun … but I grabbed some moments during Seattle’s first crystal days to break in the new lens. It’s four years in coming — four years of anticipating — four years of...
View ArticleUp-Terned
I’m shooting within a five-mile radius these days, trying to get my photographic fix as I’m on my way to or from something else … on sunny days, interspersed with Seattle rain. Fortunately, within...
View ArticleHere He Comes to Save the Day …
This is part of my loosely-formed Coffee Break methodology. I take my coffee, my camera, and sit in my favorite spots. Sometimes things happen. Sometimes they don’t. Yesterday, this happened: :: First...
View ArticleSteam as Bird Backdrop
My affection for wildlife in urban and industrial settings brings me the subject of steam. There are obviously a lot of distracting elements in urban photography. Although I lean toward a...
View ArticleDraped in Kelp, Below by 8000 Feet
“Under the brine you won’t notice the dark Can stone and steel and horses heels Ever explain the way you feel? From Scapa Flow to Rotherhithe, I felt the lapping of an ebbing tide Oh the heavy water...
View ArticleShe, the Fusiform One
“She” could be a “he,” this harbor seal, and only she knows — stirring from the depths and shallows of Elliott Bay, gliding, reflected alongside us. She rounds the rock bend … she, the fusiform one,...
View ArticleThe Kingfisher Wasn’t Born to Think About It
“The kingfisher rises out of the black wave like a blue flower, in his beak he carries a silver leaf. I think this is the prettiest world — so long as you don’t mind a little dying, how could there be...
View ArticleSaved by the Wildlife of Smith Cove
I was homesick when we uprooted from the Bay Area to Seattle. Coming from a state where you can meander for miles along the bay or ocean, I was struck by the comparatively thin slivers of public...
View ArticleRorschach Heron
Great Blue in a single-wing stretch … reflected in Elliott Bay like an ink blot.
View ArticleShe, the Fusiform One
“She” could be a “he,” this harbor seal, and only she knows — stirring from the depths and shallows of Elliott Bay, gliding, reflected alongside us. She rounds the rock bend … she, the fusiform one,...
View ArticleThe Kingfisher Wasn’t Born to Think About It
“The kingfisher rises out of the black wave like a blue flower, in his beak he carries a silver leaf. I think this is the prettiest world — so long as you don’t mind a little dying, how could there be...
View ArticleRorschach Heron
Great Blue in a single-wing stretch … reflected in Elliott Bay like an ink blot.
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