Waiting…

I spend a lot of time waiting.  Most photographers do.  I wait for the clouds to be just right.  I wait for the wildlife to do something other than yawn or chew.  I wait for the sun to get lower in the sky.  But I have found that patience is very often rewarded.  While I'm waiting I see other photographers come on to the scene, shoot and leave.  Then a few more.  Then a few more.  And I'm still waiting.  

Sometimes I think that the waiting is futile.  And, sometimes it is.  But often, something good happens.  What do I do while waiting?  I have to keep at least one eye on what's going on, and a finger near the shutter, so reading and playing solitaire on my iPhone are out.  I catch up on the news on the radio, I think about my family and friends, I remember all the things I forgot to do yesterday and vow to remember them.  And then...

The sun just peeks over the horizon, and the shot is made.

And then...

The excitement runs right in front of you, and the shot is made.

And then...

The light streams through the window, and the shot is made.

The waiting is never fun, but the payoff is often there.  So grab your camera.  Find a good spot.  Then wait.  And let me know how it turns out.

 

Waiting…

I spend a lot of time waiting.  Most photographers do.  I wait for the clouds to be just right.  I wait for the wildlife to do something other than yawn or chew.  I wait for the sun to get lower in the sky.  But I have found that patience is very often rewarded.  While I’m waiting I see other photographers come on to the scene, shoot and leave.  Then a few more.  Then a few more.  And I’m still waiting.  

Sometimes I think that the waiting is futile.  And, sometimes it is.  But often, something good happens.  What do I do while waiting?  I have to keep at least one eye on what’s going on, and a finger near the shutter, so reading and playing solitaire on my iPhone are out.  I catch up on the news on the radio, I think about my family and friends, I remember all the things I forgot to do yesterday and vow to remember them.  And then…

The sun just peeks over the horizon, and the shot is made.

And then…

The excitement runs right in front of you, and the shot is made.

And then…

The light streams through the window, and the shot is made.

The waiting is never fun, but the payoff is often there.  So grab your camera.  Find a good spot.  Then wait.  And let me know how it turns out.

 

Swan Skirmish on Ice:

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Usually A Symbol of Grace and Serenity, Trumpeter Swans Can Also Be Fiercely Protective.

Most people see Trumpeter Swans gracefully swimming in the calm waters of Flat Creek, the Snake River or even the Yellowstone River. They are equally graceful in flight. Take-offs and landings can be somewhat chaotic, but always fun to observe and challenging to photograph. If not in flight, watching Swans mill around and feed is a bit like watching paint dry. After a few hundred shots in various poses, against cattails and over their own reflections, I find myself hoping for “some action”. After preening, or after leaving the water, they’ll usually stretch their wings to even out their feathers. During the winter months, many of the wild Trumpeters spend their day in Jackson Hole moving from open water to other open waters—including the aerated pond at Boyle’s Hill. In such tight quarters, it is possible to find Trumpeters displaying uncharacteristically fierce behavior. Perhaps it is simply a matter of protecting their turf—or ice in this case—or possibly one adult getting too close to the Cygnets of another family. All hell can break loose! Feathers can fly and blood is a possibility.

The sequence below was taken with a Nikon D4 using a Tamron 150-600mm lens at Boyle’s Hill. Once I saw the action beginning, I pressed the shutter and recorded around 35 shots over a period of only four or five seconds. During such an event, every Swan in the area will be “honking” and most will be flapping their wings—even if not part of the action.

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Once the skirmish is over, the Trumpeters take part in a victory dance. If you’d like to read more about Trumpeter Swans, hear their honking sound, and see a range map, click: Trumpeter Swan, All About Birds – Cornell Lab of Ornithology.

Here’s a link to a previous Feature Post at Best of the Tetons. It includes a map and more info on the area: Trumpeter Swans of Boyle’s Hill:

Body and Lens Comments: A Nikon D4 or D4s can take around 90 images in a continuous burst before filling the buffer—and at roughly 10 to 11 frames per second! A Nikon D800 or D810 will begin to fill the buffer at roughly 12 frames and will shoot at only 5 fps in FX mode. (there are options for faster shooting in DX). My D4 came through for me in this case, allowing me to capture all of the action over the entire duration. For this page, I left out about every other image in the sequence, picking the one with the best action or showing the most heads. Shooting Data: NIKON D4, Tamron 150.0-600.0 mm f/5.0-6.3 at 600 mm, 1/1600 at f/8, Manual Mode, -1 EV,  ISO 220. I was set up in Manual Mode with Auto ISO set as the variable. Other than cropping top and bottom, these are full width captures.

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Arizona Trail Hike Sponsor Profile – Chapul

Chapul Cricket Bars

Pat seemed nice enough, but there was no way I was going to eat insects, nor was I interested in his reasons to do so. I assumed his TEDxJacksonHole talk was just going to be the cliche of trying something new.

Preparing for my own TEDxJacksonHole talk, I met Pat for the second time at the dress rehearsal. I’m willing to give anyone a chance, so I listened to his rehearsal with skeptical ears. It turns out that his talk wasn’t just about eating insects and trying something new (at least new to the U.S., the rest of the world eats insects all the time). The talk went into great detail about why the Colorado River doesn’t flow to the Sea of Cortez anymore, an angle I wasn’t expecting. He made compelling arguments about our habitual consumption and why our freshwater is in grave danger if we don’t start making changes in what we eat, namely, insects.

Why insects? Many people hear about the importance of saving water by taking shorter showers, not flushing as much, etc. While it’s certainly a worthwhile effort, this only accounts for about 5% of the water used from the Colorado River. Agriculture actually consumes about 80% of the river before it ever even reaches Mexico, leaving it bone dry where there used to be lush wetlands in a fragile desert environment. Most of this is for cattle, an animal that evolved in Europe where water is much more readily available. As a result, they drink significantly more water than the arid southwest was ever meant to provide. In fact, a single hamburger requires a staggering 634 gallons of water, the full cow needing as much as 11,000 gallons of water! And for some reason we have these animals grazing all over the desert southwest. In addition, cattle consume significantly more grass than bison, the latter being our native meat source.

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Source: Chapul.com

This is where insects come in. For a beef cow, 100 gallons of water will yield a meager six grams of protein. From the same amount of water, crickets will yield 71 grams! They’re not only healthier for humans, but healthier for the land, both public and private. Pat recognized this and created a company called Chapul to produce them into something he knew people would (literally) eat up: energy bars.

Obviously nobody wants to eat an energy bar that has legs and antennae poking out of it, so Pat and his team grind the crickets down to a very fine flour. The result is an extremely nutritious bar that tastes amazing and is helping the Colorado River once again reach the ocean. I became a huge fan of the bars right away and was ecstatic when Pat agreed to help us out on our thru-hike of the Arizona Trail, which made Chapul an official sponsor.

For more information and detailed data, head over to the Chapul website, or watch Pat’s talk below.


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