This weekend an insecure, emotionally stunted madman attempted to enforce his cruelty upon people in the community where I live. Although I’m trained in mental health, I can claim little understanding of why or how anybody could be so callous. But in my years of photographing birds, I’ve learned from them it’s possible, and imperative, to travel through existence gently and deliberately. This is my act of resistance against the brazen madness of the human world.
Black-crowned night heron
This is probably the best focus I’ll ever be able to get
Wood duck
Bowling pin
I’m in Gaviota and was able to get this slo mo of a dragonfly landing on its perch. I think it’s a meadowhawk. The slo mo on my camera requires me to pre-focus and then hope it’s capturing at just the right moment so this took awhile.
Green heron looking autumnal
There were about four days in December 2018 when I saw and shot this bird every morning. He was definitely in charge of the territory, chasing off any and all rivals. This spiny plant was a favorite perch, probably because of the way the light shone on his gorget. Good spot for photography too.
Allen’s hummingbird
Allen’s catching its balance
Allen’s hummingbird at sage
Green heron stretch
Little Anna’s hummingbird showing off on the prickly pear cactus
Allen’s hummingbird feeding at the trumpet flower
Black-crowned night heron
Anna’s hummingbird
Anna’s hummingbird
