My hubby has recently taken a liking to photography, but he is a snap and go type of guy. He sees a scene before him, grabs a couple of shots, and leaves satisfied. For me the process is quite different. When I see something that interests me, I have been known to obsess for an hour or more, experimenting with different compositions, points of view, and angles, and unlike my hubby, I have tons of patience to wait for the perfect shot :). When it comes to wildlife, it doesn’t matter what kind it is, I can never have enough photos, even if it is something as common as a pigeon.
While walking the beach one day on Isle of Palms in South Carolina, I drove Mike crazy, stopping frequently to photograph pigeons, and I must have snapped about 50 shots of one group in particular. He kept saying, “Come on, let’s go. They’re just pigeons. How can you take so many pictures of pigeons?” Well, let’s just say they fascinated me, especially this little guy who, after patiently putting up with me for quite a while, finally buried his beak in his feathers and closed his eyes. Was he tired, scared, or just plain shy?