of a Great Blue Heron simply flying from point A to point B. I had taken dozens -okay, maybe hundreds of photos that all looked exactly the same - neck pulled back, feet straight out behind, flap, flap, flap... Standing on the edge of the river in disgust, I determined I wasn't even going to lift the camera to look at them. I was done. No more.
Then it hit me. Okay, maybe 90% of the time, they look the same when they fly, but if I wasn't tracking the bird with my lens, then I wasn't going to be ready the other 10% of the time and would miss anything interesting that might occur. And then, as if to reinforce that thought, another Great Blue Heron flew into the area and I begrudgingly raised my camera and started tracking it. And wouldn't you know, all of a sudden from flying in the same old posture, the bird pulled up suddenly and dropped down to the surface of the river. In the split second it pulled up, I took this photograph, a visual reminder each time I see it of another duh moment.
This photo always puts me in mind of a Japanese silk screen image. It is a very graceful looking pose not seen very often.
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