For years I have tried to make an image of a kingfisher from the shore willows of lakes in the mountains, only to have them fly away laughing, as they disappeared between the dimensions. I think I have learned the trick to catch these tricksters now.
Get them sitting on the exploded body parts of sea monsters and ancestral figures from the land of story deep underwater, in the fog, at dusk, when you’re the one passing through the dimensions. What a fine meeting to close the year and open the new one into story!
Categories: Nature Photography, Other People, Spirit
🙂 Keep on.
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I forgot to mention: this image was made on the shore of Discovery Passage, across from the Cape Mudge village.
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Indeed! I love Kingfishers….their laugh, their intensity….and I like the notion of them disappearing between dimensions.
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They do! Sneaky Petes. 🙂 They also dive into the water and by the force of their dives turn it into trout. Very good skill that. Top marks!
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