Went shooting with my friend Paul this morning, out at Bullhead Bay at sunrise. We’re barely gotten started, still setting up the tripods, trying to shoot a few handhelds of fog moving across the water in the purple light, when a Great Blue Heron flew right past us. It was one of those “oh shit” moments, when you saw it coming just soon enough to know you were going to miss it. We kicked ourselves for missing it and I went back to setting up the tripod, just in time for the heron to come back, aiming to land on the dock right in front of us.
Paul got the shot, but I missed it, and at the last minute the heron changed his mind and continued on. I hate coming home knowing that I missed a great shot. On the other hand, at least my friend was able to capture it. Paul was kind enough to send me a copy, and I’m sharing it here, because I think it’s worth seeing. Less a wildlife shot than an artistic image, it’s a photo that’s defined by the conditions. Already tripod-mounted, he caught the dock perfectly, the dragged shutter changing the heron into a fluid representation of flight.
Way to go, Paul!