Standing on an old log at dusk, this red fox looks toward the setting sun one evening this week. My dog growls at the door when foxes are near so I know to grab the camera and hurry out to capture an image or two. The dog doesn’t understand why I won’t let him out to chase the invader away.
Birds and me. We watch each other. Some don’t seem to care how close I get if I’m not looking at them. Yet, when I point the telephoto lens they often fly. The filter probably looks like a big eye.
The smaller, faster birds tolerate me moving around quite close. The larger birds seem to need more space.
I sometimes photograph through a window if the large shy birds are close to my house. Going out after they’ve arrived just stresses them and makes them fly away. I don’t want to stress the birds.
Outdoors, I move slowly, just a big mammal sitting or walking slowly about showing little interest in them. I wait for a good image moment and nonchalantly do the capture trying to keep them from feeling stressed by my attention.
I sometimes use a blind outdoors. Still, they often see me go into it or spy me through the lens hole and fly.
My blind is a camouflage pop-up hunting blind. I tie it to the deck rails or stake it to the ground near a tree where birds perch and feed. I can set up a tripod in the blind and choose a couple of natural looking perches, hovering spots near feeders and flowers for hummingbirds, or ground feeding areas with nice backgrounds that are easily captured through the lens openings in the blind.Then I wait, playing with settings and doing some test captures of my chosen locations. When the birds come, I’m ready photograph.
The birds always seem to know when I’m in the blind. Some of the friendlier ones have even flown right up to the lens opening to look in at me. But, it’s nice on cold, windy mornings and keeps the sun off my easily sunburned skin. Out of the blind, I often capture handheld leaving the tripod behind so that I can roam from place to place to capture birds who are watching me to make sure I don’t get to close. My 100 – 400 mm telephoto lens with image stabilization works well handheld at the fast shutter speeds I use for photographing birds.
I try to ID the birds I photograph for titling the prints or posts on my blog. But, I make ID mistakes. Fortunately, I receive help from an 11 year old birder who has been meeting me to talk birds at an autumn show I’ve done the past 2 years. She checks all my titles and gives me tips on being a birder. I give her tips on photographing them. It’s a good trade; I’d like to talk with her more often.
I hate to bore my avid birder friends, but it doesn’t matter to me that it’s the same species I’ve photographed so many times before.
I was sitting on the deck waiting for some flying things to get into position for a good image. The birds didn’t cooperate, but a jet and the waxing moon rising together captured my attention.
When I was a child, my mother sang to me about a happy robin coming in the spring.
Though I was happy to see this robin a couple of days ago, I’m not sure the robin was happy about all the melting snow about.
The snow lasted a couple of cold days, but it’s warmer now and the snow is gone except in areas of deep shade.
This is April in Consworld, snow and melt, cold nights and warm bright days, anticipation in every twig and species, and spring fever in me.
I want to photograph the snow showers and melt, the winterbuds unfolding, and the early wildflowers. I want to walk along the creek and around the ponds in the mornings looking for spring birds and landscape views to capture. I don’t want to do any work. I want to play.
Snow all day today. The elk knew yesterday. They often come down into the creek valley when it’s going to snow. Yesterday evening there were 40 or 50 cows and young near the creek road. This one was willing to pose for the camera a moment when I pulled over to watch them.
Five shy wild turkeys have been passing by my window this week.
The turkeys leave at the slightest sound or movement, so I captured these images through the dirty double pane glass on a dark and snowy spring day. Even so, they noticed me watching them and hurried away.
This grinning bird’s no fool.
It’s eating Con’s special suet.
It’s snowing again and many birds are waiting for a turn at the feeders. This dark eyed junco waits with feathers fluffed against the cold (23 degrees F) while nuthatches feast at a nearby feeder.
It’s spring break here and the weather is springlike, too. Warmer temperatures quickly melted the last snow of only an inch or so. Banks of snow in the shade shrink smaller every day and most sunny spots are clear of snow.
The mountain chickadee below is enjoying a bite of homemade suet.
I saw four bluebirds in an old wildfire burn area yesterday, but they were too far away for a close up portrait. I looked for spring birds around my home today but all I found were the year ’rounders like the chickadee above.
Snow falling through bright, cloud-filtered sunlight today
A chunk of suet, happy stellers jay
Black swans, a peacock, and my friend in the primate house were some of the images captured at the hotel lake and the nearby mountain zoo on my recent stay in Colorado Springs.
The arrival day, I was there just after sunrise for the lift-offs of several groups of geese from the lake. I practiced panning.
I tried to vary the shooting locations and subjects to get as much out of the short trip as possible. I visited three area parks, a canyon park, a creek park, and the big rock garden of my previous posts. I also spent part of an afternoon at the zoo photographing animals and a little time around the lake at the hotel with the beautiful black swans.
The last day there I spent an afternoon hiking along a creek on a birding loop trail but the afternoon yielded little other than exercise and some random shots of ice in the creek. An unfamiliar bird song was heard faintly as I was getting in the car, She’s leaving, twee-hee.
About the image: Garden of the Gods. I think this formation looks like a giant campfire. As with many of the other formations there, I don’t know it’s official name. I do wish I’d included something for scale. The “campfire” is large enough for people to hide in the spaces between the flames, there were two adults in there when I photographed, but it isn’t as large as some in the park.
Consumed with blogging changes, web hosting changes, and all the work involved in making those changes, I am questioning my sanity or, at least, questioning my commitment to the blogging improvement project I’ve begun.
I wanted the ability to post date my posts so that I could write before traveling and have the posts appear on the blog while I’m away. I also wanted static pages, not a link to one of my posts, but true static pages.
I switched from Blogger to WordPress.com, found a template that would work well with my material and imported my old blog posts from blogger to wordpress. I had to move the link list separately. A little time consuming, but not hard.
I know I’ll have to eventually upload the photos that go with the 50+ posts I made on the original Blogger site if I remove that site on Blogger since the photo files aren’t imported with the blog posts. The photos are still in googleland somewhere and the new site just gets them from there.
I also wanted the word “wordpress” (or blogspot) out of my url. I could have pointed one of my urls to the blog on blogger or wordpress to achieve this, but I’d been reading about the satisfaction of users who installed wordpress blogging software from wordpress.org in their web hosting accounts.
I decided to upgrade my web hosting package to increase space and get the requirements that support wordpress blogs and in the process decided to change hosts.
The change in hosting meant spending time setting it all up, e-mails, passwords, downloading a new ftp client, uploading my photography website, and installing wordpress to a directory in my new site.
I used Fantastico, available on the new hosting account, to install wordpress. After the install, I played with the wordpress software and discovered using it to be very much like the wordpress.com experience.
I imported new my wordpress.com blog to my newer hosting site by making an export file and then importing the posts my new blog site. I created an opml url for my links with a tool on another site to import the link list (my blogroll).
I confidently began downloading themes to try. This involves searching for themes, downloading the zipped files, unzipping the files and uploading them via FTP to the proper location in my site.
I had an evening of fun trying out themes, but many of them distort my imported posts and will have to be customized to be usefull. But hey, that’s what using wordpress is all about, yeah? Having it your way.
Then I see I was too hurried and have a problem. The fantastico installed the version of wordpress prior to the most recent update. Reading about the upgrade, I find it’s needed to fix a security problem. We all want security, yes?
I upgrade by first creating a backup file and then removing most of the many wordpress files from my site and uploading the upgrade files (download the upgrade, unzip, upload the upgrade files to specific locations in the remaining wordpress files).
After a few days of stumbling around figuring out what I wanted from my blog and how to get it, I can now be happy, right?
Well, somewhat happy.
I will need to customize a theme, not too hard if I want to spend some time learning how to do it. I know some html and css, the php and rss and other things I need to know are new to me.
And, there is still the old daily photography website to update and oh(!)wouldn’t it be nice now to have an integrated look with website and the blog so that the two, website and blog, can be as one?
I’m wondering how much a web designer would charge to finish this project! I want to spend the rest of today taking photographs.
