“Got cheesecake?” I asked the waiter at a swank wine bar.
“All we have are Greek yogurts. They are kind of sweet…”. His accent was a cross between Mediterranean and New Yorker. Part of me thought it was fake to add to the mystique of the establishment. Regardless, I’m no fan of yogurt. I believe it has something to do with texture. Continue reading The shot of the year (Day 2 & 3 of 3)
An old man approaches me wearing a twenty year old suit jacket with binoculars around his neck. He looked to be in his eighties. I had already photographed pigeons, ducks, blue jays, cardinals, catbirds, robins, starlings, and my first wood thrushes.
The first week of May usually means peek spring migration. My goal was to observe spring migration this year feeling as if I missed spring migration of 2018 and having had such a fantastic time birding during fall migration last year.
Birds never turn to strike a pose when you want them to. Sunsets never stand out when a branch is in the way. I can’t control my subject matter most of the time, but wish I could. I am forced to be patient.
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.
There isn’t much to see at my house feeders during winter besides the usual Texas suspects — house finches, starlings, cowbirds, and the like. A recent cold front does bring with it a visitor or two. All one has to do is have the wherewithal to get out of bed in the middle of a cold drizzle and drive miles to the middle of nowhere. Last year I decided to have my global big day at Denton Creek as a way to force me to get the lay of the land. I counted twenty-three unique species that day. If the weather were to bring anything special with feathers, Denton Creek is an ideal spot to observe. Denton Creek’s trails are ideal for mountain bikers. When it rains, it’s known for birding. I was up to the task!
I was still dabbling with photography walking around aimlessly with my new telephoto lens unsure its purpose when I photographed what I thought was a mockingbird. However, several key features were off. The beak was hooked like a hawk and the bird was perched on a tree. The bird was unwavering as I walked under the tree. It’s gaze fixated on barbed wire across the street. Something told me I had to investigate my original claim. This experience was new.
I used to believe a sparrow was a bird frequenting residential feeders. Photographing more than ten different species of sparrow I now think otherwise. Nine of the ten sparrows I’ve observed inhabit a small creek right down the street from me. We all know what a house sparrow is. There may be a few you have yet to see.
There are two cedar trees in all of Frisco where I have discovered dozens of yellow-rumped warblers. Enclosed in fencing and elevated above a drainage system, this area is prime real estate for avian wildlife showering it up and snacking on cedar berries prior to arrival at their wintery Texas retreat.
An impromptu trip to Denton Creek led to a few surprises
Today I ran from a bobcat.
My wife warned me last week when I told her of my plans to visit Denton Creek that bobcats were approaching walking paths, an unusual behavior due to the high waters. I shrugged off the story but did not go regardless. Yesterday, I had plans to shoot Cormorants at Twin Cove Park. Passed the park entrance and it was closed because of flooding. That’s when I made a U-Turn for Denton Creek, my favorite spot for songbirds. Continue reading Focus Interrupted