Talk about measuring success in small packages, I finally got out in a boat with a camera a couple of times and I’m calling that a success. Well, in a way it is and doubly so. I not only managed to finally get out on the water again but I took a camera along and actually used it.
An evening on the lake.
Of course the first day out, the timing was occasioned by friends visiting who brought their own canoe and were determined to go for a paddle, we had some great bird sightings (eagle, merganzers, black ducks and loons) and I had the wrong lens on the camera and no camera bag with an option. I got some interesting shots, but not the kind I was wishing I could have gotten. The eagle was in the middle of a meal and sat quite patiently, but there’s only so close you can get without upsetting things and an 85mm lens just won’t do it.
A troop of mergansers all in a bunch.
Just out of reach with the 85mm.
Preening Black Ducks.
So the next day, when I went out with the lens I had wished I had on the previous day, the pickings were much slimmer—though not absent. But here’s hoping it’s the beginning of a more photographically prolific period.
Getting in closer to the Black Ducks.
Ducklings that got so close they were inside the minimum focusing distance of the lens.
Burdette