Black-billed Magpie Portrait
If I’ve ever been able to peer into the soul of a bird in one of my photos, this is that photo.
Tag: sharpening
Hovering Belted Kingfisher
Sometimes a minor tweak in processing technique can salvage an otherwise unusable image.
A Rousing Peregrine Falcon
Green-tailed Towhee – My “Spark” Bird
I haven’t been this excited about photographing a bird in a very long time (more about why that’s true at the end of this post if you have the stamina to get through it…).
How The Kindness Of A Stranger Kept Me From Giving Up Photography
Saturated Swainson’s Hawk Enduring A Downpour
Pied-billed Grebe Beating Up On A Fish
Three Burrowing Owls and More Challenges With Depth Of Field
I’d been photographing a family of these birds for several weeks but typical of the species they were usually on the ground with obstructing vegetation in front of them or buried too deeply in the sagebrush. But as I approached them on this early August morning (in my pickup, from the road) there were two juveniles and one adult perched high on the sagebrush in nice warm light and there was a clean, pleasing background. My little heart went pit-a-pat at the opportunity but then I had to deal with the harsh reality of depth of field.
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Hovering Belted Kingfisher
Sometimes a minor tweak in processing technique can salvage an otherwise unusable image.
A Rousing Peregrine Falcon
Green-tailed Towhee – My “Spark” Bird
I haven’t been this excited about photographing a bird in a very long time (more about why that’s true at the end of this post if you have the stamina to get through it…).
How The Kindness Of A Stranger Kept Me From Giving Up Photography
Saturated Swainson’s Hawk Enduring A Downpour
Pied-billed Grebe Beating Up On A Fish
Three Burrowing Owls and More Challenges With Depth Of Field
I’d been photographing a family of these birds for several weeks but typical of the species they were usually on the ground with obstructing vegetation in front of them or buried too deeply in the sagebrush. But as I approached them on this early August morning (in my pickup, from the road) there were two juveniles and one adult perched high on the sagebrush in nice warm light and there was a clean, pleasing background. My little heart went pit-a-pat at the opportunity but then I had to deal with the harsh reality of depth of field.