"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
If you are a guy of they XY chromosome persuasion, chances are you have had this type of exclamatory remark flung in your direction. Due to a vast conspiracy between extroverts and chick flick producers, eye contact became an important, non-verbal communication element at some point in history.
While information technology professionals have been fighting this alarming and intrusive trend for decades via non-violent, downward gazing - such efforts have done little to stop the insanity.
Looking into the eyes establishes a connection. Similar body language is evident even in animals, where the direction of a stare or glance can have much deeper social meaning.
In wildlife photography, creating a linkage between the viewer and the image is paramount. Eyes are a critical component of the subject in this regard. Aside from intentional, artistic abstractions - successful images must capture the eye in sharp focus and without motion blur. This remains true regardless of distance and whether you are capturing a tight shot or broader environmental portrait.
It can be Hell's own fun tracking focus on the eye of a fast-moving bird while experiencing a fit of the galloping shivers. It's a perishable skill that takes practice. If you're looking to improve your technique, my suggestion is to find a location with a lot of mid-sized birds like seagulls which tend to congregate in groups and fly around in circular patterns. Use the same gear you take into the field, and rehearse focusing on the eye. You might get some odd looks bombing photos of gulls, but it's a small price to pay to avoid the opprobrium of eye blur when it counts.
Don't settle, like Kate Hudson did for Chris Robinson. If your intent is not an abstraction of some kind - the eye simply needs to be sharp. Make sure not to confuse missed focus with motion blur caused by a shutter speed which is too slow. Waterfowl will usually have some wing blur at 1/1250, with action freezing well at 1/1600. As a starting point select the camera's shutter priority mode on one of these two settings and adjust as conditions require.
Happy Holidays - and thanks for reading during 2011! I wish everyone a fantastic New Year.
Nikon D300
Nikon 400mm f/2.8 VR - f/5.6, 1/1600 (8x Optical Magnification) - Hand Held
ISO 400
Distance to Subjects: 20 yards/60 Feet
Showing posts with label Duck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Duck. Show all posts
Monday, December 26, 2011
Monday, November 28, 2011
Preening
Preen - transitive verb
I couldn't help but notice in the process of capturing this image of a preening mallard hen that a rather impatient-looking drake was paddling back and forth a short distance away. In the land of ducks, he was essentially in the formal entry checking his watch every 30 seconds because his reservations at the corn field clear across town were in 10 minutes. Of course he had shown up half an hour earlier at the agreed upon time, but had failed to take into account that preening can only begin upon his arrival. Few things, after all, are more deflating to a lady than a stale preen job.
I was fortunate to have this hen swim very near to me during a window of wonderful light on Saturday. The distance to her from the end of my camera lens was perhaps 6 feet. Shooting at 8x optical magnification, what you see here filled the frame.
After she was all primped:
- To dress or smooth oneself - to primp.
- To groom
- A tactic used by the female in a dating arrangement to grievously delay commencement of an evening's planned activities - to lag.
I couldn't help but notice in the process of capturing this image of a preening mallard hen that a rather impatient-looking drake was paddling back and forth a short distance away. In the land of ducks, he was essentially in the formal entry checking his watch every 30 seconds because his reservations at the corn field clear across town were in 10 minutes. Of course he had shown up half an hour earlier at the agreed upon time, but had failed to take into account that preening can only begin upon his arrival. Few things, after all, are more deflating to a lady than a stale preen job.
I was fortunate to have this hen swim very near to me during a window of wonderful light on Saturday. The distance to her from the end of my camera lens was perhaps 6 feet. Shooting at 8x optical magnification, what you see here filled the frame.
After she was all primped:
Monday, February 14, 2011
Girls Girls Girls
Girls rock.
Females that is - or in this case hen mallards. In the world of waterfowl, it seems as though the males of the species seem to have been universally endowed with all the gaudy colors and ostentatious iridescence that nature can bestow.
I admit to harboring a penchant for the ladies, however. Smaller overall weight and less muscle mass makes for more fluid shapes, graceful lines, and light movements. Hens are where it's at. Who's with me?
Females that is - or in this case hen mallards. In the world of waterfowl, it seems as though the males of the species seem to have been universally endowed with all the gaudy colors and ostentatious iridescence that nature can bestow.
I admit to harboring a penchant for the ladies, however. Smaller overall weight and less muscle mass makes for more fluid shapes, graceful lines, and light movements. Hens are where it's at. Who's with me?
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