Ah, Saturday. A day to get things done that I want to do instead of things I have to do. But there seems to have been a problem with that plan.
It all started when I made the mistake of logging on to my work computer. I did this for the purpose of changing my password because it was about to expire and I didn’t want to be locked out. The problem started in that I had to open my inbox. One should never open one’s inbox when one only wants to work for 5 minutes. 2 ½ hours later, I realized I was still in my PJs, my dog hadn’t been out yet, and most of the morning was gone.
After taking care of Tisen, I spent some time trying to get my head around my latest volunteer gig–I’m now the photo contest chair for the local photography club. I had no idea how complicated it is to organize a photography contest. The good news is that it’s fun and I’m getting to know more people.
I’m not exactly sure how it happened, but another couple of hours disappeared between testing FileZilla and realizing it was time to take the dog out again. I decided I was not going to appear for a second time in the park in my PJs and headed for the shower.
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At the end of our walk, Tisen and I passed a chattering Belted Kingfisher hunting for fish over the wetland.
Now, I know it’s a long shot, but I figured something had to go right today, so maybe it would be getting a shot of the kingfisher? My trusty iPhone is worthless when it comes to bird photography. I rushed the last 100 yards of Tisen’s walk to get home and get my DSLR. 5 minutes later, the elevator reached the ground floor at the exact moment I realized the battery in my camera was dead.
Back up. Back down. Low and behold! The kingfisher was still hunting over the wetland! I crept down the long slope to the water, not looking at the bird. Carefully, I raised my camera to focus on the bird. The moment my lens pointed his way, he went chattering off to another section of the wetland, on the far side of a barrier that blocked my view of him.
I tried to move to the other side of the barrier, but as I was climbing over the rock wall, he reappeared, fish in his mouth, and flew off to enjoy his meal where he was never to be seen again.
This is when I discovered it is possible to do landscape photography with a 70-200mm lens and no tripod. It’s kind of funny, really. I think I started out doing landscape photography with the “wrong” lens and no tripod. Today, it felt like a brand new epiphany. As I searched for a subject, I discovered fog rising off the river. Now that was fun.