Owls (story)

This is first time I’ve taken a picture and published it in under 24 hours that I can remember. This morning, I started back into wildlife photography, and my search for an elusive fox. I didn’t even catch a glimpse, but the morning was wonderful. Walking to the site, I saw two owls flying together. They landed in the center tree, but the second owl chased away the original owl. I was so enthralled, I didn’t even think about my camera until afterwards

 

I’ve found wildlife photography to be extremely disappointing. I’ve often wanted to abandon the idea, but I always feel drawn back to it. This world is often so disappointing, because I expect it to be easy. Why would I expect that? Better question: Why would I settle? Even if I could carve out ‘my little of slice heaven,’ If I always got the ‘shot’, always found the ‘fox’, never had to work, never was uncomfortable, would I be happy? I’m not quite sure. I’ve often got exactly what I wanted, only to find out it wasn’t quite what I wanted. I don’t think any amount of shiny new gear would make me happy, despite my constant scheming and purchases. If could do photography full time and make a living selling art, would I be happy? Probably not, I basically just took a 6 month break from photography. Even as hobby it can quickly turn into work. I’m not certain that I know what is good but Jesus does and when I trust him, everything falls into place for me with or without a fox

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