Although I am certain I miss taking great photos every single day, there are a few occasions when I\u2019m painfully aware of it. As a rule, I carry my camera with me whenever I walk in the neighborhood and I have it in my car often. When I\u2019m walking with my camera, it is almost always in my hand and ready to use. <\/p>\n
Not that that guarantees getting any photo, let alone a good one. On many occasions, I\u2019ve stood, camera in hand, watching some ephemeral delight, such as the time a hawk flew in front of Merri and me at eye-level (ours, not its), barely 8 feet from us. I don\u2019t regret those occasions because seeing is more important than capturing.<\/p>\n
On the other hand, I kick myself (possible thanks to years of yoga) for not having my camera when I should. That happened again tonight as we watched a hawk flying with prey dangling from its talons against a twilight sky. It would have been a tough capture, but possible (thanks to camera technology plus a quick response, had I demonstrated such). So, we stood in the darkening, watching the silhouetted hawk atop a telephone pole, plucking and tossing feathers left and right. A beautiful picture of a terrible ending for some other creature. The one that got away, yet didn\u2019t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Although I am certain I miss taking great photos every single day, there are a few occasions when I\u2019m painfully aware of it. As a rule, I carry my camera with me whenever I walk in the neighborhood and I have it in my car often. When I\u2019m walking with my camera, it is almost … Continue reading The One that Got Away<\/span>