A little more than 200 feet away, perched a on a dead Alder over the creek in our back yard was this young hawk. He is a frequent visitor, very camera shy, and is not at all comfortable being watched. He is usually gone before I get my tripod planted in the ground; but today, he let me squeeze-out four frames.
Barred Owl in the Cedars
A Golden-Crowned Sparrow decoding migration messages from yesterday’s bright morning sunshine.
Among my clutter, has been a letter written to me from my Aunt Inger about my mother. Today, oddly, April 9th, the anniversary of the German Occupation of Denmark, it surfaced. The second paragraph, and not very far into the letter she writes:
” Then came the war in 1940-the 9th of April. I was nine and Kirsten was 10-and we were scared. We had our elder sister, Else, who at the time was almost 14. We had a little brother, Jens Ove, he was 3 years younger than me – he was sick most of the time and very often in the hospital. He died at 3 years old in our summer house at the north sea in 1937. We were very much affected by such a grusom event, our parents were crying, which we never imagined to be possible – and then came the Germans – everybody were crying, which we never imagined to be possible…”
ATX 85, GH5, 20mm, Digidapter~ Montana De Oro, Ca.
I am often so tangled in wires, and cables, and packs, and attachments while frantically fumbling with exposure, focusing, and speed, to the point of spooking or boring my subjects away, that I’m sure, one day, at the very moment when my subject comes in perfect focus, and hasn’t bolted, I will stroke out.
This young hawk remained, and it wasn’t until after review, I realized, I was the subject, the subject of intense judgement and perhaps humor.
Thrashers hang low in the sage and give up their location while singing a melodic tune, surprising, because they have a beak like a hoof pick. I discovered that if I wait awhile, one will rise, ride the top of the sage and broadcast.
Montana De Oro State Park California
March, 2018, Pine st. Solvang, Calif.
Photo below taken at about 300 yards
Atx85/20mm lens@1.7/GH4/digidapter
Working in the rain.
March 28th, 2017
Oak st, Ashland, Oregon
I glanced out my window at the rain, this guy was perched on top a dead willow. His attention is on a pile of brush below, and maintains his professionalism as I flounder to set up this shot.
Atx85/20mm lens@1.7/GH4/digidapter
Intercept 