Now that’s a face only a mother could love.
I was a little hurt, I admit it. I thought my cormorant shots were quite nice.
Of course, my mother wasn’t passing judgement on my early attempts at nature photography: She was passing judgement on the bird, and I guess that’s fair enough. Conventionally pretty they’re not.
But I find they’re like most things I photograph: The longer I look, the lovelier they get.
Your camera provides feedback superior to the human eye. You choose curiosity-satisfying close-ups. Your artistic eye finds scope, angles, and contexts that illuminate your perceptions of your subjects. I cease to anthropomorphize these creatures who inhabit our world in their unique ways. Having my sense of wonder revived is a wonderful antidote to the tedium of work and worries. “Consider the birds of the air . . . ” indeed!
Laurna – Thank you. The subjects are quite extraordinary to me and I’m glad they are to you, too. And who knows what their mothers think of them? 🙂
“The longer I look, the lovelier they get.” — Applies to just about every natural thing.
Barbara – Yes – a learning relatively late in my life, but a learning nonetheless. I can even look at spiders if I have my camera in my hand.
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