The Curlew and Others

Armed with my new superlens it was off to the beach for some bird photos. A thick fog hovered over the coast while homeless people slept nearby, scattered across the sand. The strange thing about Santa Barbara: the average home is worth well over a million dollars, the views are priceless, and rents are exorbitant, but the perfect weather makes the streets and beaches a mecca for the homeless. But I wasn’t here to photograph heads sticking out of sleeping bags; I came for shorebirds. Brown pelicans, cormorants, terns, seagulls, plovers, herons, ducks, some really amazing black skimmers, and, of course, the curlew, which are in abundance.

This weekend, Caroline will join me, and I’ll bring her down to the shore to watch the birds bathe, eat, fly about, and otherwise put on a great show – for those of us who like this sort of thing.

This is the black skimmer that I posted a few days ago in the early morning light while a group of them were feeding.

The black-back gull waits, always on the lookout for someone to drop some food or a kid to pull a piece of bread out of their pocket.

And finally, a grey plover doing what it always does: running.

Extending My Perspective

Great white heron at the Goleta Slough near Santa Barbara, California

That new piece of camera equipment cost nearly as much as the first three piece’o’junk cars I bought as a teenager. I am still nervous to carry it around as it is rather heavy and I have a mild fear of dropping it. There is no more being discreet as this cannot be seen as a simple point-and-shoot camera. Specifically, the lens is a Canon EF 70-200mm 2.8L Image Stabilized Bazooka. I hope to get used to this thing soon, as it feels as though I am carrying around a small telescope. On one of my first early morning outings with the new lens, a fog-shrouded Goleta slough was my destination, and I snapped this photo of a great white heron perched while on the prowl for breakfast. I’m posting this photo here on the 22nd, though it wasn’t shot until the 25th, as I try to share some of my time here sans my wife.

Visual Therapy

Coast of Santa Barbara, California

Moments to myself are the rehabilitative therapy I require as there are stressors, even in the most beautiful of places, that demand we take time for ourselves. The birds flying with their beaks in the water, leaving the trails behind them, are looking for food; they are called black skimmers.

Coast of Santa Barbara, California

Catching the sunrise on the coast while well and good, I am like this bird out here alone with my shadow. Caroline is somewhere else, far away under that sun to the east.

Coast of Santa Barbara, California

Not long from now, I’ll head back into town to visit with my uncle, but until then, I can just hang out here and watch the colors of the morning give way to those of the day.

Coast of Santa Barbara, California

The blue sky and approaching ocean all let me know that time is up; I must leave but will return.

Before the day was out, my aunt and uncle wanted to hand me an envelope of cash, but I couldn’t take that from them. They, being who they are, insisted. I had to say no. They asked what they could do for me after these weeks of helping them with so much of my time, and they went for the jugular, asking if maybe I wanted something for my camera. I told them I’d been looking at a quite expensive Canon 70-200mm lens, and they said, “Done.” It turned out that it was a hair less than what was in the envelope.