Around here, we call them birds, not…
Saturday, March 31st, 2007Last week was just chock full of birds. I’ve been taking a lot of pictures of them for the same reasons I’ve been taking a lot of pictures of flowers and cloud formations.
# They’re obvious. They have a natural tendency to look interesting, or, failing that, to at least seem interesting to the careless observer. People are less likely to consider disliking a picture if there’s a bird in it.
# They’re ubiquitous. Not in general, but for me. I work literally right next to Lake Merritt Channel, which connects to the bay and is home to a preposterous quantity of water birds. Most of them hang out in other parts of the lake, but a substantial minority see fit to hang out in plain sight as I’m going to and from work or eating my lunch.
# They’re persistent. If I wish, I can take pictures of birds every day. In theory, this should have a correlation to me getting better at it.
h4. Nick, who sees all things
And, in fact, I think I have. I’ve gotten used to looking more and more carefully at the wildlife around me, at the immediate environment of the channel, etc. I’ve been noticing and really seeing all sorts of stuff that I had previously not bothered to consider — like the fact that the height of the channel changes significantly with the weather, sometimes exposing interesting stuff, like tires encrusted with barnacles and algae:
And I’ve got plenty of pictures of “birds,”:http://flickr.com/photos/kukkurovaca/tags/birds/ not all of which are crap, and I was thinking about all of these things Friday morning. Which is when I almost stepped on a pair of ducks (one of the local mated pairs that often hangs around the joint). They erupted into flight right in front of my face, so close that I could have reached out and grabbed one if I were paying attention and had mad ninja skills. They had been snoozing in the grass right next to the entrance to our building, and I had been about to walk blithely past them.
Some observer, huh?
That said, I also had some more positive experiences this past week with my feathered friends and foes.
h4. ??A Solitary Blue??
For example, we were visited by what I believe (although I’m no kind of birder at all, so I’m just as likely incorrect) to be a great blue heron. This is not one of the species that I see a lot of — mostly I see cormorants, coots, egrets, and several kinds of duck, and a few kinds of geese, including egyptian.
Here’s the heron standing by the bank:
and here he is in flight:
Note: For those of you who were never teenage girls (or, like me, enlightened teenage boys) ??A Solitary Blue?? is a reference to Cynthia Voigt’s book by the same title, which is roughly part of the “Homecoming” series. It was one of my favorite books when I was a kid, because I was into vicarious emotional trauma and really good prose (those being Voigt’s two signatures). If you’ve never read Voigt, you should really start, regardless of your age or gender. ??A Solitary Blue??, ??The Callender Papers??, ??Jackaroo??, and ??Bad Girls?? are all excellent starting points, depending on whether you’re into deep emotional pain, American gothic mystery, artfully demythologized fairy tales, or funny, smart, tough, bitter tales of elementary school noir, in that order. (If my description of ??Bad Girls?? seems obscure, think Jerry Spinelli’s ??Maniac Magee??, only modernized and female-centric. And if you haven’t read either Jerry Spinelli or Cynthia Voigt, you should feel deeply, deeply ashamed.)
h4. Coots!
I also got some very good shots of the coots, of which let me share only the one most interesting, rather than, oh, a couple hundred of my favorites.
Basically, it’s a pair of Coots Rampant, and I really want to put together a nice coat of arms with a stylized version of this image:
I could crop this, and at some point I may, but in the meantime, you might want to click through and use the “All Sizes” button to get a closer look.
In order to understand just how freaking excited I am by this picture, you have to understand that coots are a real pain to photograph, and most of my pictures of them are just little black blobs that are hard to make out.
Why are coots so hard to photograph? Well, for starters, they’re small. The ones I spend the most time around are babies, and they’re _tiny_. The adults are a little bigger, but still smaller (at least, to the eye) than most ducks. They’re also almost totally black, except for their beak, and you have to be pretty close up to see any detail of their feathers, etc.
But these two problems are minor in comparison to the fact that coots are scared sh**less of people.
I should say that they may simply be scared of me; I haven’t seen them around other people much, because I’m usually the only one out there. But I can say that whenever they see me coming, they immediately take to the water if they’re not already in it, and if they are already in it, they swim straight to the other side of the channel. They’re fast, strong swimmers, and while they aren’t much in terms of high flying, they’re good at short, swift bursts that skim across the ground or water, more than adequate to give them a good fifteen or twenty feet of distance at all times, if not more.
In contrast, most of the other birds will let you get fairly close to them, and then if they decide you’re encroaching, they’ll sort of ease away from you. Some of them are harder than others to spook; you can practically walk up to the geese, and while they might bitch at you or even attack you, they won’t flee unless you freak out. The Egyptian geese in particular seem to be quite secure. The cormorants are a little more skittish, and the egrets fall somewhere in between. But the coots will flee not when I get too close, but literally as soon as they see me coming around a corner or over a rise.
This is interesting, because the coots are also, so far as I can tell, by far the smartest birds on the channel. They’re very curious about their environment, and will often observe with what I anthropomorphically suppose to be bemusement the antics of their fellow birds. “Poor example.”:http://flickr.com/photo_zoom.gne?id=429343229&size=l They seem — and again, I’m anthropomorphizing, here — to have opinions about the behaviors of other coots. They also seem to have a curiosity about death. “Example.”:http://www.flickr.com/photos/kukkurovaca/418976759/
I am fascinated by this juxtaposition of a curious, interested orientation towards the word combined with a paranoiac aversion to it, and to people in particular. Reminds me a lot of myself and my family.
So, I like them personally and am convinced they have by far the highest concentration of personality of all the local birds. For this reason, I put a lot of effort into getting pictures of them, almost all of which are utterly tedious, because they’re simply clusters of black blobs.
Friday, however, I finally broke down and adjusted my strategy. I took off my hat, crouched down in the grass and behind whatever cover was available, and snuck up on the little bastards.
I don’t normally do this for a number of reasons. For one thing, the time I have for this usually comes in 5-10 minute chunks at the end or beginning of my commutes to and from work, respectively, or else at the end of my lunch break, after I’ve taken care of eating food and whatever other tasks I cram into that time. For another, I try not to get mud all over the knees of my pants, or fall in the channel, or pick up a lot of bugs. I forewent these concerns, however, and got fairly good results. In the pictures from Friday, you can actually see what the coots look like. This is important for developing a proper appreciation of the hilarity of their antics.
h4. Ken Rockwell facts
I’m acquiring a basic knowledge of photography in a sort of haphazard way. Most of it comes from podcasts like “Tips from the Top Floor”:www.tipsfromthetopfloor.com and “The Digital Photography Show.”:digiphoto.thepodcastnetwork.com/ My current favorite is Jeff Curto’s podcast of the lectures from his course on “History of Photography.”:www.cod.edu/photo/curto/1105
But one of the more hilarious sources of information is http://kenrockwell.com. He seems to the subject of a fair amount of dispute, which I am certainly not qualified to arbitrate. A lot of what he has to say seems common sense, and appealing, but since I don’t know anything about photography, it hardly counts for much that what he says sounds _to me_ like common sense. Possibly more to the point is that I find almost all of his actual photography, at least as it appears on his website, to be totally uninteresting. Not bad, necessarily; it’s just very clearly not my cup of tea.
Nonetheless, he is sometimes hilarious, and a lot of his general principles (like focusing on usability over absolute image quality) seem valid for those of us who have no interest at all in being or seeming to be pros.
I mention him because I found his page on “bird photography”:http://www.kenrockwell.com/tech/birds.htm to be particularly amusing. In particular, he dismisses the importance (or, rather, the efficacy) of more powerful zoom lenses:
bq. Instead of buying a 600mm lens, first consider a pair of waders or a blind which will give better results for one percent of the price!…My avid bird photographer friends spend hours every dawn and dusk crawling around in the mud sneaking up on birds, and even with 500mm lenses and teleconverters they’re having to crop everything.
Of course, I like to hear this, since it’s exactly what I found myself doing on friday — not the hip waders per se, but you get the idea.
The other reason I mention him, though, is that, as I said, he’s a somewhat contentious figure in the realm of internet photography forums (I have no idea what, if any, his role is in the world of commercial, art, or other kinds of photography), and someone put together a delightful list of “Ken Rockwell Facts,”:http://www.bahneman.com/liem/blog/article.php?story=Ken_Rockwell_Facts on par with the well-known Chuck Norris facts.
Some examples:
Ken Rockwell doesn’t color correct. He adjusts your world to match his.
Before Nikon or Canon releases a camera they go to Ken and they ask him to test them, the best cameras get a Nikon sticker and the less good get a Canon sticker
Ken Rockwell doesn’t use flash ever since the Nagasaki incident.
Ken Rockwell’s nudes were fully clothed at the time of exposure




