(cue the Lou Reed song...)
Decided to live this weekend like it might be my last on planet earth, and it was a very fine time.
Saturday was endless great music in the car, too many cappuccinos, and 2 beautiful coastal sites that we drank in until sunset. First up was our favorite park, Point Lobos, south of Carmel. The lot was full, but strangely the paths did not seem crowded. We wondered where all the people had gone. Saw two distant otters and several of this year's harbor seals. Spent a lot of time in the grove with the old lichen covered twisted trees and enjoyed the views inland and out to sea. Such an amazing place!
Tom spotted a Townsend's Warbler and I got two mediocre shots of it before it flew and hid. Nice little bird, and the first time we have seen one, but I was pretty sure of what it was anyway.
From there we traveled north to Sunset Beach and had a great long walk. Virtually noone ventures beyond maybe 300 feet of the picnic area at this beach, so again it was like we were on our own completely. However a large crowd did show up to watch and photograph the sunset , which was gorgeous.
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Sunday, September 19, 2010
It has occurred to me more than once, as I step carefully through the woods, that I am a hunter. Not the kind of hunter that actually kills, but in all other ways almost identical. I dress to camouflage myself. I walk quietly. I "shoot", and my equipment needs to be light enough to walk for miles. I listen carefully, watch carefully, and know where to look for my "prey". I capture trophies, even display them.
Last weekend it occurred to me that photographers who shoot wildlife are typically hunters or fishermen. The hunters, as described above, need lighter weight equipment as they stalk the wildlife. Fishermen find a good spot, settle in, and wait for their fish to show up. They frequently put out bait (backyard feeders, say), or find areas that attract fauna in good numbers. These photographers can bring out the big glass, balanced on tripods, like sports photographers can. They can sit comfortably like fishermen, hang out, and maybe even have a quiet chat or two.
I do an occasional bit of fishing in my own backyard, but I have the soul of a hunter....