Life in Motion

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:

Galapagos flycatchers. Floreana, Galapagos, Ecuador. Taken February 7, 2014.

Galapagos flycatchers chase each other through the understory.
Floreana, Galapagos, Ecuador. Taken January 7, 2014.

(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.

Last Morning

I awake to rain falling. It’s still dark;the sun is not yet here. The night is otherwise silent, but soon the day will be here. I listen to the rain fall on the roof and fall on the tile.the sounds are different. I can’t hear the sounds of rain on leaves because there is so little foliage in Puerto Ayora. Gradually, the rains cease. It’s not Camelot where it rains only at night, nor is it the garua, the welcoming driving rains of the wet season. When the garua comes, the rains fall so determinedly that the drops drive down deep into the ground to be pulled up again to the surface over months. As the rains stop, I hear a finch sing. Probably a small ground finch- they are everywhere, common like house sparrows. The singing doesn’t last for long. It’s not the garua, it’s not the mating season. Not yet, but soon. Hopefully.