When I was shooting with a pretty sophisticated camera, I'd quite often be disappointed with the results -- remember when you had to "bracket" anything that looked good? Throw in a motor-winder, and you were looking at large expenditures of $$$ for, essentially, a fond memory.
I guess it's not my cuppa to stand still for that long ... the photos I do have are darn good, but mean little to anyone not at the scene. Non-commercial photography was proving to hold diminishing returns.
I didn't ever poke a boreal owl in the chest with a pool cue for a reaction glare, nor did I ever, wildly gesticulating, chase a kestrel around a barn trying to retrieve my clothing. There's a story you don't need to read.
I'd hopefully assumed that there were lines one didn't cross -- the "set-up," to me, was making the best of the scene. Is it the ease of digital "photography," combined with the market for "action shots" that caused this?
No. It's always been that way; digital simply means 'take as many frames as you can, and we'll find it."
I met a young guy in Costa Rica (Cerro de la Muerte ... higher elevations) who wanted us to return the morning after we drove to Mt. Chirippo because his stunning Resplendant Quetzal image chopped about 2cm from one of its rectrices -- he posts all his stuff on a site browsed by Audubon, ABA, and particularly magazines, like the one at your doctor's office with the non-smoking goodie two-shoes medical freaks romping along the manicured beaches of Florida's east coast. His stuff (I gave him the names of the critters when I could) is up there on his page; take it or leave it ...
If you have to bother the bird, you're bothering me, and I have a Charles Bronson-approved sockful of quarters.
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