Does the world really need another sandhill crane photo? I highly doubt it.
An image search on Mr. Internet provides a mind-boggling wealth of sandhill crane photos. Most are pretty good and some are truly amazing. Whatever I can imagine is already there!
And yet here I am offering up three more photos. Enquiring minds want to know why!
The best I can come up with is that it’s all about me.
- After hours of futility, there is a brief rush of adrenaline that comes with the raw thrill of seeing some wildlife while I do my best mad scramble to get the shot. I’m pretty sure the imbalance is good for my heart.
- I get a sense of accomplishment by improving my craft. After tallying 1 in every 1,000 shots as a keeper, I may be up (or down) to 1 in 900. Knowing I am 100 better is helpful as I delete another 899 photos. Now where did all the blog worthy ones go?
- My photos may not be the best, but they are my unique moments caught in time. That odd expression, the butt shot, the twig sticking out of an animal head – no one else has that exact shot. At least that’s what my photo therapist keeps telling me.
- The misadventures in trying to make photos are often fodder for telling stories. I take photos to keep blogging. And I keep blogging because I have photos. Clear?
Mr. Internet most certainly doesn’t need another sandhill crane photo but he got three more today anyway. These are different because they are mine. There – now I feel better.