When I saw a kingfisher roll his eyes because I was about to take his picture for the thirtieth time, it started to dawn on me that maybe I should be spending time on other subject matter, at least until travel recommences. Seriously, along the beaten path of an afternoon walk I often take, there are at least four individual birds I can recognize from among others of their kind. And I’m pretty sure they recognize me, too.
Sure, the need to find different places to move about in this postage-stamp metropolis was what put different subject matter in front of me, not a bad thing. So why fight environmental factors, not the least of which is the dearth of available critters, when there are other things to shoot, some of which don’t even have to be chased?
