Nothing like the jewelled splendor of a peacock’s feathers to animate even the most recalcitrant photographer, let alone excite this shutterbug.
We were meeting friends for lunch in Launceston’s famed Cataract Gorge when we spotted one of their resident peacocks. Camera poised, I crept off in hot pursuit lucky not to fall head first into the pavement. It was a case of continuously pressing the shutter and seeing what I’d captured later, zooming into those stunning feathers with my lens extended to its full capacity.
Although I am a serious animal and nature lover, there are parallels between hunting and trying to get that perfect photographic shot. I have an absolutely roving eye, constantly looking out for that obscure angle or perspective as well as those perfect postcard shot of something as deliriously beautiful as a peacock’s feather.
I don’t know whether you’ve also experienced this wonder. This all-consuming joy where you all but merge completely into whatever it is you’re peering at through the lens but it’s exhilarating. Better than jogging, that’s for sure!
Have you photographed or seen anything lately which has completely blown you away like this? Please share. It’s taking me awhile to get back to the comments but I will get there. Life’s about to return to “normal”.
BTW I did a quick Google search for peacock quotes. While I didn’t find any which complimented my post, this quote struck a chord and is a note to self about how I see myself:
“People are crying up the rich and variegated plumage of the peacock, and he is himself blushing at the sight of his ugly feet.”