Opportunity
I'm a night owl by nature so one of the hardest lessons in photography for me to take to heart is to be up early and often. The reptilian part of my brain does its best to get me to go back to sleep when the alarm clock rings, so some deeply buried part of my consciousness has to struggle with all its might to win out and get me up and out of bed.
While we were in Maine, it was a little easier to win that battle as I knew I had an opportunity to photograph creatures I've rarely seen since moving to the west coast. After visiting Gilsland Farm Audubon Center one afternoon, I returned four more times at sunrise and am glad I did, even if it left me pretty tired by the end of the trip. It was the third and fourth visits that yielded my best pictures, such as this wild turkey that visited to feed most of the mornings of my visit.
Who Am I?
Ben Franklin once wrote his daughter that a poorly drawn insignia looked less like a bald eagle and more like me, which didn't displease him since even I would have been a better representative of the young United States than the eagle.
Who am I?
