I never felt compelled to study birds living on a ranch with horses and chickens. As a matter of fact, I never really looked up or sadly cared to listen. Technology was in its infancy. It was almost as if every single day someone somewhere was creating a new way of doing something. I had to be apart of whatever “this” was. Most of my generation did.
Fast forward twenty years and I feel as if my field has let me down. We’re still working in browsers, clicking with a mouse, and yes, we’re still having to defrag our hard drives. Same problems. Different marketing. I wanted to be part of the natural world for a change. Photography is the perfect tool.
Birding is ideal subject matter.
Birds are for me is the whip cream on an ice cream Sunday. Sure I could be photographing half naked females obsessing over lighting scenarios but that’s not my thing. The closer you study birds the stranger they become. Blue jays are not blue as juveniles. I did not know that. Juncos fly from the farthest forests of Canada. I did not know that. Snowy Egrets look beautiful preening in Sunlight. I did not know that. But I do now. Birds to me is chaos theory manifested in natural form. That, I find fascinating.