I admire photographers who can be intrigued by almost any scene they stumble upon or distracted by any little bird or bug that wanders by the neighbourhood. I enviously look over their shoulder and think that this whole photography thing must be relatively straight forward for them. Unfortunately I am not so easily distracted.
While I have a deep passion for wildlife photography, the creatures I love tend to fall in a much more, how do I say this delicately, selective band. If there’s a way to make my life more difficult, I seem to find it.
Was it possible to flex some mental muscle to change my opinion to genuinely like something? I didn’t know but I thot I’d give it a try. Rather than chasing hawks or coyotes, I decided to try to expand my horizons and give more ordinary creatures a chance – like smaller birds. Obviously the predators were playing hard to get that day and I was getting a little bored.
Just about the time I had mustered up the most enthusiasm for this new pursuit, all the wind got taken out of my sails. I was in a conversation with another photographer who disdainfully referred to these creatures as backyard birds. My energy for this pursuit just evapourated.
I have forgotten countless conversations but whenever I see a small, inconsequential bird fluttering around, all I can of think of is … you guessed, backyard birds.
To all of you chasing sparrows, wrens and other little birds, hats off to your enthusiasm – one I doubt that I will ever share. I wish you nothing but the best. While you’re busy photographing, I’m probably wandering around aimlessly not finding anything interesting. But at least I’m not distracted!