thethoughtbadger
Down on gannet rock...
The lines between tenderness and callousness, solitude and chaos, precision and blunder are blurred as the breeding season brings the mass cackle of the northern gannet back to Bempton Cliffs. Okay, the blurred flight motion at the top of the frame is barely discernible as a gannet, but I wanted a shutter speed that would contrast the stillness of the nesters on the rock with the rush of the busy flyways above.
Down on gannet rock...
The lines between tenderness and callousness, solitude and chaos, precision and blunder are blurred as the breeding season brings the mass cackle of the northern gannet back to Bempton Cliffs. Okay, the blurred flight motion at the top of the frame is barely discernible as a gannet, but I wanted a shutter speed that would contrast the stillness of the nesters on the rock with the rush of the busy flyways above.