In the summer of 2012, I found myself in South Carolina. Long time ago to be sure, and who really knows for sure. Long enough that the statue of limitations for anything I may or may not have done have clearly expired. What I do know for sure is I had gray hair then as I do now, and I had a D90 with 18-200 lens. And just enough photo knowledge to be dangerous.
As part of that trip, we, C's family and I, hired a 'captain' to take us to through the deltas, or swamps or whatever that area is. We found the guy in a triple A guide. We called him. He said he was out of business, for years. We had a good laugh, but he said he could use some cash and needed to catch dinner for the next few days so we were on. He said he didn't have the carter boat anymore, but had a smaller craft that would comfortably fit the four of us, plus him and the first mate. When I heard that, thought of Gilligan and the three hour tour. And three hours was just about the length of the cruise. It was all coming together.
We met the captain at the appointed time and boat ramp. The boat was large enough for 5.5 people. The .5, first mate, was a full grown German Shepard. This was going to be fun. If we didn't wind up as alligator bait.
The captain was a great guy. We hit the jackpot. Great talker and story teller. Our little adventure had more twists and turns. As a child of the electronic GPS age, I was impressed on how we got back to the starting point before sundown. But between the starting point and the ending point, we had a lot of fun. We saw birds, gators and more birds. I wasn't as savvy in the avian recognition talents as I am now. Please hold the laughs. And you could say, I wasn't as savvy in the photographic arts either. Or as I will say now, building the blocks of experience.
I had the D90 and the 18-200 lens. The lens is slightly better than a kit lens. But good enough I still have it. It's not going to EBAY.
I was re-visiting the photos this evening and I saw this one. It is fair to say it was forgotten. And it is fair to say at the time, I had no idea what I had photographed. And I'm happy to see it was in RAW. I can do this.
Even at 200 mm, the subject of the image was pretty small. Perfect enlarging project for the evening.
Three years ago, I saw my first Osprey in Michigan. I've been hooked on them since. Along with the Eagles, my favorite targets when I go out. In level flight, big and slow targets. Once they go down vertical, the challenge begins.
This is as close as I can crop and keep everything pretty much in focus. The fact the tree is interesting helps. Looks good on the monitors. No prizes, but good memories.
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