I keep returning to Horicon Marsh searching for a whooping crane. Now that I’ve got the gear to reach out and touch this rarely seen bird, he seems to be avoiding me. Just have to keep it up, I guess.
Not that the time there is a waste. I’m learning more about the terrain, the roads, the wildlife. Seems the swifts that hang around one of the viewing stands are starting to get used to me. Not that they are any happier about my presence.
My photography colleague Steve Russell is building quite a portfolio of macro images – you should take a look the result of his effort. His technique is usually the traditional approach – macro lens, solid tripod, lots of patience to get the subject framed and exposed to his liking. I’m not as good as Steve at getting close nor as patient to wait for the right moment. Fortunately with my 300mm lens I can stand back and fill the frame. Great for getting tight with a subject you can’t easily get to.
Sure, I could have been like Steve and gotten to this with a macro lens but it would have meant wading through a foot of marsh whereas I was able to stand on the boardwalk and get just as close as I wanted. Like I said, Steve is better at this than me.
The swifts are an interesting crowd. They zip around the boardwalk chasing each other (or invisible insects) all the while chatting about something. For a break, they sit on the rope banister for the boardwalk and chat with each other. Must be lots of gossip to keep up with in the marsh.
At the other end of the activity scale are the egrets and herons. Patiently waiting for the right snack to appear, not getting in a rush for anything. It seems they even take their time talking with each other. Maybe they are sticklers for using just the right sentence structure or word choice.
The marsh serves as a very large nursery each year, as parents raise kids to be a part of the huge avian world. This time of year the youngsters are showing some post-adolescent plumage as they look forward to following their parents south to escape the chill that will cover the marsh with ice and snow. This young sandhill crane, not yet with his red skullcap, is strolling through the fields with mom and dad.
With so much to see there are opportunities for a little abstract, countering the soft, rounded edges of the marsh with man’s insistence on linear and angular.
I’m very pleased with the performance of this lens – it stretches me to be a better photographer for composition, exposure, focus and storytelling.