Rob’s Hot Shots: PEI Set 2 – A Little Less Simple
I wonder how many thousands of tourists walk by North Rustico Beach in PEI National Park on a yearly basis? During high season, I suspect that 1000s of snapshots are taken on the beaches of the park, and you figure that North Rustico Beach, being right at one of the entrances of the park, would mean that many other photographers have captured these scences. Yet, a 15 minute Google Image and Flickr search yields no images even remotely similar to these two.
Read MoreThe Joys of Winter Photography
In the colder North American climate, such as found in southern Quebec and Vermont, Mother Nature puts up an incredible display of colors in September and October. For many us landscape photographers, this 2-3 week period of fiery fall colors is the most productive, exciting and stimulating time of the year. This makes the arrival of November all the more difficult to accept: cold weather, gray skies, rain, snow, drab colors – probably the worst month for nature photography around here… In December, the cold weather arrives, and winter slowly settles, putting an icy grip over the regions.
Read MoreThe Call of Spring
For those of us less cold-hardy than the Rob Servranckxs of the world, unless I’m sojourning somewhere south of South Carolina, the camera gear does tend to gather some dust between the time the frost is on the pumpkin and the woodcock returns to the meadow. (In case you’re picturing me supine on the couch reading model railroad magazines between November and April, I’ll let you know that I finished writing my first novel while the snow was drifting and the wind was rattling the windows.) Rarely, I’ll be in the field as early as mid-March, keeping vigil by an otter hole in the thinning ice of Belvidere Pond or in my blind on a clear morning hoping to intercept a courting gobbler and catch the light show of the rising sun playing on his iridescent plumage.
Read MoreSolstice 2008
G’day Everyone and a joyful, fulfilling, and positively memorable 2009 to all of you.
I read somewhere that the number of Christmas cards one gets every year can portend how many people might attend one’s funeral. Bah humbug! Cheryl and I don’t send out Christmas cards and what you sow, so shall you reap. If the number of cards hanging over our front doorway is any indication of the size of my future funeral, than I’d like to thank that person, in advance, for showing up and would they please make sure that the camera clutched in my cold hands is on aperture priority, ISO 400, and the flash is set to fill flash, -1 stop. That ought to be about right.
Read MoreZen and the Art of Photography (Or, Sights I Never Saw)
Paraphrasing Henry David Thoreau, one’s connection with the natural world is indirectly proportional to the amount of stuff one schlepps into nature. By that measure, a homeless soul sleeping in a city park is more connected to the grass and trees and earthworms burrowing under the leaf litter than any of us nature photographers for whom “being in nature” actually means capturing nature on film or a memory card. Certainly, any professional nature photographer, myself included, measures the success of a sojourn in the wild by the number of saleable images we extract from the locations we visit and, in order to do that, we necessarily have to bring along a lot of very expensive stuff. What’s more, if owing to bad weather or uncooperative wildlife we don’t get any useable images at all, well, it’s as if we were never there.
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