Monday, March 30, 2009
The other day at the park I saw a few early spring robins and attempted to photograph them. First of all, I have a Sony PhD camera. (PhD = Push Here, Dummy.) In order to photograph a close-up of a robin I'd actually have to GET CLOSE to the robin and that's not going to happen. So all my shots turned out looking like a shot of lots and lots of grass with this dot right in the middle that COULD be a robin.
I cropped the shots, of course. Which emphasized the fact that everything in the shot is in focus except the bird himself. The shutter speed wasn't fast enough to catch him so I coaxed him to hold still for me. He wasn't interested. He reminded me of small children and the Sear's photographer.
There's the problem of the robin making rude gestures as soon as I snap the shutter. I'm pretty sure that in robin language this is something akin to giving the finger. He didn't want me to take his picture.
As he took his leave, my camera finally decided to focus on the robin rather than the ground just in front of him.
Then I discovered the great truth of American Photography. If you want a picture of a robin to put on your blog, there's always one on Flickr.