Red whiskered bulbul
It’s so long since I last wrote a blogpost that I actually had to log into WordPress with my password today. Luckily I could still remember it.
The world is awful and I feel angry and powerless and stuck here. Rather than spend each day in an infinite rage spiral, I’ve been trying to keep myself occupied with music and learning Cantonese and running and yoga and, largely, it works.
You might have noticed that I’m doing a daily post on the Blipfoto site. My daily posts are down there on the right:
My attempts at photography consist mainly of me crossing my fingers, which is probably not the best position for taking photos, but I’m keen to learn. I’m actually reading manuals for my camera sand watching YouTube videos. I’ve only had the camera for 6 years, after all, but better late than never.
The daily photo is making me look at my surroundings differently, as if everything has potential. Yesterday afternoon, desperate for a daily photo, I spent at least an hour and a half with my telephoto lens pointed at a juvenile red whiskered bulbul in the tree opposite our house, which happens to be in front of the garden of the man with whom I had a horrible street altercation a few weeks ago about the way he treats his Labrador puppy. I’m now wary of being caught even looking over in the direction of their house and pointing a longish lens at his front entrance made me nervous.
Anyway, the photo I finally managed of the chick and its blurry parent was underwhelming and I was disappointed with it. No stars, no comments. Best to draw a veil.
This afternoon I was sitting transcribing my singing lesson when I saw the parent bird perched right at the top of the tree on our side of the road. My camera was on hand so I took a few snaps. And now that I’ve set it to sequential shooting, I managed to get these shots of the parent bird. I’m so pleased with them that I’ve put them on here.
Every day really is a school day.
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