A friend and I went dog-walking around Deer Lake today. It’s gotten cold, and most of the lake is covered in ice. The birds are hanging round the open bits.
At one point there was a querulous squawking from somewhere above us, and a Great Blue Heron plopped onto the very top of a tall fir, complaining bitterly, which greatly excited Small Terrier Cross. We craned our necks and admired and then continued our walk.
And then the heron flew down and landed near the boardwalk a little way in front of us. I find it hard to take pictures of herons—they tend to fly off when I approach, or there are just too many grasses and weeds and reeds and whatnot between me and them. But this one was close and tolerated being approached a bit more closely. Likely it was because there’s only limited water open.
Once landed it fluffed up against the cold and just sat there, apart from keeping a beady eye on passers-by. And I got my pictures. I also got very cold fingers taking them. Memo to self: investigate existence of special gloves for photographers.
Photography note: I have a lot of battles about focus with my little camera. I tell it where to focus, it does, and then it decides something else is better and changes the focus immediately after I press the button. I’ve gotten quite good at tricking it, though. In a dispute its default seems to be to focus on the background rather than the foreground, even when most of the picture is not background.
Except today, when it chose to focus on the foreground branches in every picture I took of the heron. At first I was annoyed by the lack of crispness in the background, which of course includes the heron, but now I’ve decided that I actually quite like the slight suggestion that it’s blending into the background in comparison to the stark branches. So maybe it was all a happy accident.