Whether we are professionals, amateurs, or in between, the photos we capture, will be a part of how we remember our lives.

Below we have an image I made in central Wisconsin many years ago, of a wild Whooping Crane. They were being reintroduced into the wild at that time. You can see the location transmitting device on its legs.

Making such photos was always important for bird photographers, because certain groups and government factions needed them to illustrate what they were doing and where they were doing it. .

A young Red Fox resting. He/she’s mother and father were within ten feet of the kit when I made the image.

Next we have a member of the wild pig family. This was made either in northwest Texas or southern New Mexico.

Time flies and memories can fade over the years.

Capturing waterfowl in mid action takes practice, and is as fun as it gets. Timing is everything, for both the north and south visual positioning within the picture frame, as well as the east and west. So to speak.

This Bonaparte’s Gull (I believe), is searching for fish while in the stretch mode. Might have spotted something for lunch?

This sunset in the Arizona desert, is unique in so far as what is displayed, and what is not. An angle between two rocks, which are black and minus detail, changes everything as to the finished product, so to speak.

Be true to yourself and the vision you own and you will create more than enough popular images. It’s okay to create some that are personal.

If memory serves, and sometimes it does and sometimes it does not, I was briefly lost in the desert darkness after I made this image. Alas, my car appeared to me in the distance.

I have shown many images from the legendary Badlands of South Dakota, and most of them are “in your face” photos of rock forms. Below I instead used some wildflowers as a foreground with a few distant formations.

Variety is in fact the spice of life.

Finally, not too far from home, I was fortunate to have two consecutive years of Great-horned Owls nesting in a tree that was within the boundaries of a cemetery.

On the third year, the tree you see was cut done by that cemetery. I in no way blamed them for that as many who came to “shoot the birds”, so to speak, were often in the way of people visiting their deceased relatives and then to the point of sitting on grave stones, etc.

I always felt very privileged to have the opportunity to make images like this, because the owners of the cemetery and the relatives of those buried there we obliging.

May God Bless,
Wayne

Romans 5:9
Knowing that Christ, being raised from the dead, dies no more (His Work was finished), death has no more dominion over Him (all sin has been atoned for to those who genuinely accept it).