Spring brings baby wild horses, baby birds, baby everything. And what’s not to love about that!
We have been hither and yon in Arizona since the last time I blogged. Sorry…I really haven’t forgotten about you guys, but life has been busy and blogging has obviously taken a back seat. I am active on Facebook, and Instagram though, Just sayin’.
Anyway….we did our last art show of the winter season last weekend in Wickenburg. The shows were mostly Ok, considering Arizona is a tough art show market because there are so many shows. Everyone LOVED the new work I am doing, and all year I have heard “How unique” “So different” ” I absolutely love it” which is exactly what I wanted to hear. To create something that is different, and everyone loves in today’s art world is an accomplishment for sure. So, since there is snow and cold in Utah still, we decided to come back to the Salt River to wait out the weather. Of course I was all over this idea, especially since I knew there were some new foals.
The Money Shot in photography is like the brass ring. It always seems to be just out of reach, but it’s that ultimate prize we all keep striving for. Every time I either shoot with, or talk to, other photographers, inevitably The Money Shot gets mentioned.
I am always trying to improve my photography, or trying to get that one certain shot. This past weekend we were doing an art show and had parked the RV in a vacant lot with a bunch of other artists and their RVs. The first day, we were outside talking to friends and I noticed a kestrel in a nearby palm tree. Now I love kestrels, they are so colorful and very pretty. We see them in Wyoming and I am always trying to get good images of them, so this was a great thing to see. Later that day I saw 2 in the same spot, and realized it was a male and female pair. The next morning they were together in the tree, but I could hardly see the male. He flew off, and I got some photos of the female.
I’m feeling a little like a bird whisperer or something. It’s been a Week of Great Bird Encounters, some I would never ever expect.
I told you guys in a past post that the blue heron fly the second they detect you are around. Which is always long before I get to see them. The other day I got extremely lucky though. I had spotted an egret in the river, and as I got closer I noticed two blue herons. If you follow me on Facebook, you saw this story the other day about the Heron, and the otter. It was a fun encounter, and totally unexpected. The best part was the heron was in no hurry to go anywhere, and just flew, hopped down the river. Giving me great opportunity for photos.