Friday, February 20, 2009
Nevertheless UtahBeeKeeper risked it all and was very complimentary in his post about Fly to Water. I also discovered his operation Millcreek Valley Farm, which produces a variety of high quality soaps, lotions, bath salts, and other hand-made products. Check out his web page at Millcreek Valley Farm.
Who knows where it will all end, now that I have blogged about a blog about a blog. Thanks UtahBeeKeeper!
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Henry David Thoreau once wrote that he went to Walden Pond to live deliberately. It is more likely that the original draft said something like, “I went to the woods deliberately so that I would no longer hear about how much mud I had just tracked onto the living room carpet.”
Writers and outdoorsmen must endure hardship, because we hope that at some point it will pay off. Such was the case today. Temperatures were below freezing well into the late afternoon hours with the added bonus of blizzard conditions. The tweed-jacket-wearing sensible types that have been festooned from every cattail lately were nowhere to be found on the Bay.
I was there, contemplating which of my appendages might experience the heartbreak of frostbite first and silently hoping it wouldn't be the "vitals" as my grandfather referred to them.
With an hour of daylight to spare, a giant cloud mass swept aside revealing blue sky.
A group of swans flew past trumpeting their song, as if heralding what was close on their tails.
Eagles! Lots of them. One after another mature baldies started hitting the river outlet and hammering the carp to be found in the shallows. The light was spot on, and having paid my dues and been persistent, it was time to fill up a memory card.
A bird dropped in a huge carp and started tearing flesh off the bones.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The Bay was deserted, and I thought it could be a good time to seek out a blue heron. They have been very shy, avoiding all the crowds that have shown up to eagle watch. In full camo, I went out and hid myself near some open water where seagulls were actively fishing.
I didn't wait long at all until I saw the enormous wings of an inbound heron.
Monday, February 9, 2009
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.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Day two of the Ironman Eagathalon dawned cold and overcast. When I arrived, only one other photographer was on station and with the naked eye I could see 107 bald eagles. The biggest challenge of the morning was lighting, and from minute to minute I needed to adjust my settings as I poked the big prime through the gloom.
Eagles are large and can be seen from a great distance. That is why it's perplexing how they can often sneak up on you and appear out of nowhere. This old veteran bombed in on me at such close range I couldn't capture a full wingspan in the lens.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
The humanoid density of the eagle-bearing wetlands swelled today and probably exceeded the population of Turkmenistan by 2PM.
Morrison is apparently a powerful weasel attractant, because no sooner did we arrive on scene than this one charged the Cummins: