Migrants

I don’t normally notice or even know the names of small birds, only raptors.

But I was pleasantly surprised yesterday at Ft. DeSoto Park to find a couple of colorful little fellows who don’t even live here. They are just stopping in for mulberry pie on their way back elsewhere. I looked up their names in my Smithsonian Handbook.

Scarlet Tanager

Rose-Breasted Grosbeak

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February 2018 Slideshow

In spite of a painful bout of bursitis which reduced me to hobbling with a cane for a couple of weeks, I was able toΒ capture a few ‘honorable mentions’ which I have stitched together in this month’s retrospective.

Mostly birds. Not surprising, as I have been carrying a long lens on my new camera everywhere I go – and these days I tend to gravitate to the water’s edge. I threw in a couple of miscellaneous images just to break the monotony.

And the final image, of course, as always, is my constant companion, Tzuri. She insists on having the last word.

[The first word too, as it’s difficult to be a serious photographer while simultaneously supervising a frisky dog darting this way and that.]

Music: “A Slow Storm Brews” by My Friend the Chocolate Cake.

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January 2018 Slideshow

After several months on back order, my new camera finally arrived in the middle of January.

The automatic focus system is superb, but takes getting used to, and I have been honing my skills by trying to latch onto and track slippery birds in the crosshairs.

Here is a short video slideshow of a few random keepers from my first two weeks of testing the Nikon D850.

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