Tension
The storm blew itself out overnight – well, almost – and this morning it was bright and sunny down in the Vale, and something approaching warm. Up at the owl field it was also sunny – problematically so, if I’m … Continued
Golden hour
“I hate contre jour shots,” I said to A, as the owl turned and flew towards us with dazzling low sun behind it. “Ooh!” he said. “I didn’t know you spoke German.” Sigh. This is the standard of photographer I … Continued
Contre jour coal tit
“Waahhh!!” I wailed at R, rushing into the kitchen at about three o’clock this afternoon. “I haven’t taken a photo yet! Waahhh! Where’s my camera? There’s a starling on the seed feeder! I don’t know where the big camera is! … Continued