The weather is always a factor in a good photo, the sun should be at your back or at least not behind the bird, the wind should not be so high as to blow the bird and you around. But this time the weather took over the shoot and turned what would have been a few good pictures into great ones.
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No, you can’t order this fellow from the Franklin Mint, though he does look a bit like a shiny silver casting painted with touches of blue and rufous (brick-red).
A few weeks ago, I was near the bridge at the east end of Rodeo Lagoon, a favorite place for Herons and Egrets, grousing about the thick fog patches that were hanging on in spite of the warming sun. But the sun was breaking through over my left shoulder so I decided to wait a few moments to see what happened. The thick wet fog felt good on my face – though I worried about it getting on my lens.
Just then, another thick wet batch blew in from the sea. Nuts! I thought and started to get up from the portable stool I sit on when photographing birds when, from behind my right shoulder in swept this GBH with a angry, warning croak – he was much closer to me than he liked, plus he didn’t like the fog.
The fog rolled over him as he began to turn towards the sun.
I packed up my Swedish Walk-stool and my camera and went back to my P.T.Cruiser; anything I took after this would have been anti-climactic. Beside, who am I to push against the Photo-Gods who have just blessed me.