I SIT ATOP
the very pinnacle of human ambition—I’ve finally achieved my photographic heart’s desire (almost).
let me state without reservation that I stand in awe of any photographer who can get a decent shot—in situ—of a New Zealand native fantail.
I could have cheated and set the camera to record video, and just taken out one frame (which is what I suspect some of the great geniuses of the past may have done) but no.
my current pinnacle, a fantail atop an old schlogg of loggy twig in the woods.
You think that’s a pathetic shot, all fuzzy? Hah! I’d like to see anyone do better—damme, Sir/Madame, it was dark in there (with bright patches) and that rotten bird was darting everywhere. People think they’re friendly, and they might even be—that one was certainly close—but you and I both know that these guys eat bugs, and humans clomping about in the detritus of almost-a-summer certainly create bugs.
SO THAT WAS ATOP
my personal heap. I took scores of shots and that was the only usable one. The rest were all like these—
—and be advised, none of them has been tweaked in any way, and none of them are double-exposures. Just handheld with gritted teeth. What you get is what I saw (or however else you spell WYSIWYG).
I used ‘auto’ with a clear conscience, which on my camera effectively reduces my input to being the organic robot that aligns the camera and presses the ‘go’ button.
And now, for a change, have a nice—
—bunny. I apologise if I’ve posted him before but too gorgeous a beastie not to. And so’s the rabbit …
To meet the Challenge I must advise that he’s sitting atop some grass. So he’s legal. Luckily for him I don’t think anyone in Invercargill ever looks at my blogs so the chances of word of his presence getting back to the bloodthirsty management here are pretty slim.