Monday, February 9, 2009

Harrier Hayday

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor ISO creep shall keep the lens from making its rounds. Despite a jilting this morning by the snow storm my hopes were high for a window of opportunity later in the day. Sure enough, a break in the clouds brought out some excellent lighting. Jay and I wasted no time, and upon arrival found the soggy marsh devoid of people. The quiet was very inviting, but unfortunately the eagles had also decided to seek refuge in far away places.

In outdoor photography, many times you have to take what the defense gives you. It was time to hunt some harrier.

Right here I clicked the shutter, when, just like bread and butter,
In there stepped a JayMorr of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with digi Canon his lady, perched above my Cummins door,
Perched and burst the buffer sore just above my Cummins door;
Tagged the JayMorr, Nevermore!

Poe notwithstanding, when the veil of clouds thinned out the sky was a sight to behold.

Then they came, harrier after harrier bombing in during some of the cleanest lighting condititions I've seen all week.

It all came to a quick and chilly close soon enough, but during the 30-minute frenzy I grabbed some of the best shots of female harriers I have ever snagged. Sometimes it really is about going with the flow and looking for the silver lining.

Thanks for reading.

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