Last week was another “lost week” for me; every bitterly cold gray day seemed exactly like the one before, and I couldn’t seem to find the point to anything or figure out what the hell I’ve done with my life. I could easily bore you (again) with the finer details of just how horrible that feels, but instead, I will just say that come Friday morning, I finally felt the urge to lace up my boots and head out into the sunny (SUN!!!) 9˚ morning for a hike with my camera.
I headed to the Forest Hill Nature Area south of town with my big ass 150-600mm lens attached to my faithful Nikon D4 in search of winged critters to photograph, and the winged critters did not disappoint.
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I walked over the snowy trails for a couple of miles, enjoyed the rare winter sun, and appreciated each breath of the crisp wintry air; the whole time thinking, “Why the hell didn’t I do this days ago instead of sitting at the kitchen table staring off into nothingness trying to wish my mood away?”
I got some photos I dug, but more importantly felt a sense of motivation and hints of purpose for the first time in days. Big thanks to the photogenic birds along the trails for their help.
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Later.