At the end of December the lake in my backyard had a decent amount of water in it, and an island of sorts in the center. I had just purchased a new DSLR and, as usual, I was beating myself up for the indulgence. After all, I’d been doing well with my iPhone, except for when I really wanted to zoom in but also maintain the sharpness of an image. That’s when I noticed a couple of Sandhill cranes laying out on the island and took a picture, having no idea that an obsession had been born.
Over the next few weeks it became obvious that the cranes were nesting, and I was hooked. I spent many hours in my Adirondack chair in the back yard, camera attached to my brand-spanking-new tripod, finger on the ‘trigger’, waiting for mama crane to stand up so I could see what was going on on the nest. One day as I sat with my camera zoomed in on mom on the nest, dad flew into my shot and landed, with me clicking away all the while.
I was thrilled with the shots I got that day, and thrilled with the camera. And when Mom stood up to welcome him home I was thrilled to hit the jackpot, eggs!
To be continued…
A Snowbird's Life Through the Lens 