Late to the party, but here's my best shot from early 2015. Hard to compare against all the other fantastic shots in this thread, but inspiring to view. Will have to get out tomorrow and keep trying.
D7100, 1/3000s, AF-S 80-400G @ 400mm, f/5.6 150225_0234.jpg by Peter Esherick, on Flickr
i very seldom use this word. but, in this instance one thinks the appropriate vernacular for that bird Sir is AWESOME, riveting. it is powerful, moving, and emotional. excellent, in my opinion. one of the best shots i've seen on the web. job very well done. end of line.....
00pppss not Sir, Mam i apologize for calling you Sir. it was just that the shot is so devastatingly good i did not bother to realize you're a lady. i stand corrected.
R.H. Johnson wrote:
i very seldom use this word. but, in this instance one thinks the appropriate vernacular for that bird Sir is AWESOME, riveting. it is powerful, moving, and emotional. excellent, in my opinion. one of the best shots i've seen on the web. job very well done. end of line.....
+1 That first shot is just amazing! Very well done!!
R.H. Johnson wrote:
i very seldom use this word. but, in this instance one thinks the appropriate vernacular for that bird Sir is AWESOME, riveting. it is powerful, moving, and emotional. excellent, in my opinion. one of the best shots i've seen on the web. job very well done. end of line.....
00pppss not Sir, Mam i apologize for calling you Sir. it was just that the shot is so devastatingly good i did not bother to realize you're a lady. i stand corrected.
aladyforty wrote:
thanks for the comments on my raven photo, it seems to generate opinion online, I love ravens/crows
Julie, your photo fits perfectly with this from Edgar Allen Poe: (The Raven)
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
