The Heron Stalker. That’s me. I am obsessed with getting a decent photo of a heron. I have seen a few along the river but they are almost always on the other side of the river . . . too far to get a decent photo.
This morning I went down to the river hoping to get some sunrise photos. Lo and behold, there was a heron perched on an old tree sticking out of the river. It was the closest I’ve been able to get to a heron. The problem was the sun wasn’t up yet and there was not a lot of light so I had to crank up the ISO in order to get any shots at all. But I sat there on the wet, frozen ground trying to get some decent shots.
In addition, it was about 33 degrees and my fingers were like popsicles – even with gloves on.
I will continue to stalk the herons.
Maralee
Through My Lens 
Wow lovely captures đŸ§¡
Thank you very much.
I agree . . . for as many as I’ve seen, they are frustratingly difficult to photograph.
Thill, these aren’t bad. I assume if you have them in the area you’ll eventually catch one in good light and close enough given that you’re stalking them.
That should be Still, not Thill.
I will continue to hunt them down. Now I know a couple of places where the herons hang around so it’s easier to stalk them.
A true artist has to suffer for her art.
And I will continue to suffer . . . even if it means losing my fingers to frostbite. đŸ™‚
Brave, very brave.