There’s a version of bird photography where you’re always chasing the rarest thing in the county. That’s never really been my game. These are stilts — not rare, not life-list exciting for most birders. But they were here, the light was workable, and I had the camera up.
That’s the part of this that I think about more the longer I shoot: most of the images I’m proudest of came from showing up consistently, not from chasing something special. Four birds over a Louisiana marsh on an ordinary afternoon. That’s the whole story — and sometimes that’s enough.
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