“To photograph is to hold one’s breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It’s at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.”
When the crow landed, I realized that he had a broken foot. It was bent and he couldn't stand on it. This series of photos show the bird trying to keep its balance while it hopped around looking for food. It fell a few times, but eventually decided that flying was easier and flew away. Again, I love the ability of this camera to take quick photos in sequence. They kind of tell a story.
I need to work on all of these controls. There are so many and I haven't even gotten to the manual modes yet.
Then there was this guy...
If there was a fire? Do you think I would have reached into that box to use the extinguisher? I think not. Let the place burn. There's no way that I would touch this spider or its web. I know. I'm a wimp when it comes to Arachnids.
This Daddy Longleg was quietly watching the whole thing. I decided it was time to go for a walk. Sitting on that porch was like waiting for the next scene in a horror film.