A trio of intimate photographs indeed. A proximal photo of a Great-horned owl is accomplishment enough but this is sheer portraiture of a very high order. Your team has captured the central tenant of this species with the same penetrating intensity and assured understanding as executed by some of the great portrait painters of the past. Sure, the superficial façade of these naive owlets is all doll-eyes and fluff but when I zoom into those eyes I see the menace to come. I compliment your lighting tech for deploying that 5K fill light, which reveals the ruthless detachment already forming in the eyes of a killer. To reveal character any deeper you would need to emulate Man Ray. Owlets that even now are keenly aware that they will soon be acquiring formidable horns and fulminating ferocity, nature’s license for committing mayhem. Their parents must be proud and I hope you charge them a small fortune for these masterpieces.
I would be inclined to print, frame and mount any one of these photos on the stone walls of my castle if I only had a sedimentary fortress. Really outstanding photographs like these, art of sorts, must also make your parents proud. Now, having digested the sublime, I think I’ll see if the garbage disposal will handle an old DSLR.
