So I set out on a day of appointments and errands. Noticing that it’s actually a sunny day…oh, hello Mr. Sun!…I pack my camera and a pair of heavy boots thinking I’ll have time to drive by the park in the ravine to catch a sunny outdoor photo (for a change)!
Errands and appointment done with time to spare, I hop back into the car (of course, van, actually). But wait, what happened to the sun? It’s disappeared behind a heavy cloud cover. No matter. I can still do this. Detour into the park and find a spot close to the trail. Change into heavy boots. Unpack the camera, change the lens, adjust the settings. I am so prepared, I’m thinking. Hold on, what??!! Is that…RAIN? It’s ok, breathe, remain calm and (insert trendy phrase here). I’ve come this far. Am I a photographer or am I a photographer?
I decide to be a photographer. Lucky for me, the birds don’t care if it’s raining. The cardinals are being shy and hiding in the thick brush. But did you know that if you whistle a chickadee call it encourages them to come closer? It’s true. I learned it once chaperoning a school bird-watching field trip.
Wet, cold, huddled against a tree, whistling like a chickadee, camera focused on a birdfeeder. It works…here they come, sweet things. Happy Friday everyone. This is Photo Finish Week Eight.
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