As I was editing photos last night, I came across the image below. I was eager to see how it turned out. As an unedited image, it was pretty disappointing. I was shooting in difficult conditions: cloudy with lots of diffuse light, in the canopy of a forest with birds swiftly flying through shadows. Hopefully I’ve salvaged something worthwhile from it:
(I think I have a thing for translucent primaries.)
We were hiking up Floreanna, ostensibly looking for tortoises. The obvious translation in my book was birding. It was lovely; it was surreal; it was very different from anything we had seen on San Cristobal (even when we visited El Junco). The air was alive with birds: chirping, calling, singing, perching, gliding, flying. The air practically glimmered, shimmered, and dripped birds. But ridiculously hard to photograph. A commotion caught my eye, and I became distracted from my efforts of photocapturing Medium Tree Finches by the raucous behind me. Spinning about, I witnessed two Galapagos Flycatchers dipping and darting in and out of the trees. Mating season had begun.