Ravens are common in my area but I rarely get interesting quality images of them for a variety of reasons. For starters their deep black plumage makes them very difficult to photograph well. And around here they also tend to be shy and devilishly uncooperative.
I often see groups of harriers off in the distance but it’s rare for me to be close enough to photograph two different birds in such a short time span. And this time one of them was an adult male – the elusive “gray ghost”.
Four days ago I had a particularly interesting morning on Antelope Island and thought readers might enjoy a chronological reporting of my experience. Some of these images are better than others but as a group these photos of varying quality document my 2 1/2 hour morning on that wonderful island.
Black-billed Magpies are difficult subjects but I enjoy the challenge of photographing them.
After a long time where they’ve been difficult to find on Antelope Island I’m finally beginning to see Chukars again.
When it comes to diet Western Grebes are fish specialists but they’re opportunistic enough to take a variety of prey, including crustaceans.
Changes in light in a very short time can have a dramatic effect on our images. The phenomenon tends to be well understood by landscape photographers but it can have a similar impact in wildlife photography.
The Rough-legged Hawk is a true arctic species so images of them in a frosty and snowy setting can seem appropriate and appealing.
I believe the Trumpeter Swan to be the most elegant bird species I’ve ever photographed.
Two days ago I photographed a pair of coyotes up close as they hunted voles along the Antelope Island causeway.
For me this image has the stamp of Antelope Island through and through, though others may not recognize it.
By the time early summer rolls around the plumage of many Bald Eagles has taken a beating.
What you see isn’t always what you get in nature photography. The following three images, taken sequentially in a burst, illustrate my point.
Over the years I’ve noticed something perplexing about the apparent relative numbers of immature and adult White-crowned Sparrows.
This bird was kiting in the updrafts as the winds rose when they hit the elevated causeway to Antelope Island.
