5,000 hours indeed!
Sure, that may be the case when you are the Mozart of photography but the rest of us are in for
a longer term, perhaps slightly less for good behaviour. You did not include all the hours you spent
studying light and lighting protocols. That rose shot of yours is more than a study in lighting but
rather a symphony of delicacy, or a tone poem in light. Man, do you have patience.
You must have outstanding lighting gear in your basement and I'm sure there are a kilo-hours of
time spent learning how to apply it. I won't tell you what I do in the basement but rest assured that
light plays no role in it. Although, I did once try to build a model railroad that did label me as a
subterranean and turn me into an avid troglodyte. So,I guess I can kind of relate.
Your GBH must have felt very comfortable in your presence because that was fortuitously close.
Most herons would display proximity anxiety at that range. I was able to approach a GBH a couple
of times by gradually closing the distance between us by pretending to forage, avoiding direct eye
contact therefore essentially ignoring the heron completely. Eventually it resigned itself to my
presence and we cohabitated a few square meters of space in the kind of mindless bliss one can
only enjoy with commensurate intelligence. It was quite a rush but it took a while to introduce myself
so I have been known to have patience as well. I often forget where I put it though.