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I have had a problem with my knee, so have been struggling to do any macro for a few months now. Today was the first time that my knee was not to bad and I had a great day getting some pictures.
The wet weather has the marsh flies out in their hundreds. My first thought was to squash it! Then the photographer kicked in and I thought no ..... insect macro!
Marsh fly photographed with a Canon 7D + Canon EF 100mm f/2.8 Macro lens + Twin Lite MT-24EX flash.
© Tanya Ann www.tanya-ann.com
Narrow Escape From A Tumbling Branch -
The katydid was sitting on a creeper entwining a tree and I leaned against the trunk to take my pictures. All of a sudden, there was a loud creak followed by something crashing through the canopy. I froze and raised my hand instinctively over my head. A gnarled bough fell and slapped the ground a few meters away. Whew! There was this joke about three lizards, one sang a song while the other two clapped and fell off the wall. No, I didn’t let go of my camera but it was pretty close. After pitfalls and naughty monkeys, I’m adding falling limbs to my list of things to watch out for in the forest. Where’s Katy? She was startled by the crash and had hop onto the brown litter floor. With a harpy voice, the katydid born with ears on her legs is gone once more far beyond my reach.
Advice From A Green Birddog -
When daydreamers wander carelessly near, I'll have to restrain the urge from rushing forth overearly. My whaling style is to lull the meal into a false sense of security before moving in for the kill. Don’t ask if spiders ever fall in love with their prey. Once I nearly let off a pretty damselfly but ended up chasing her again. Tight in my grip, I sucked the hope out of her bit by bit and take her vitality without consent. The thrill ends when she stops struggling and afterwards I felt ashamed of what I did. The relation between organisms is complex and frustrating. The prey is forever running and the predator’s work of killing for food never ends. Promise me please, never let yourself be the chicken drumstick in a crab claws.
Caught this little beauty at the weekend, he is on his way to check out the yellow flowers.
Shot at around 2.5 x mag with the MP-E65mm lens and the MT-24EX twin flash fitted with my custom diffusers.
Skipper Butterfly on Marigold flower outside of Charlie Brown's Steakhouse on Staten Island in New York City.
Throaty Growl That Shook The Spine -
In a somber part of the forest where no birds chirp, a monster reveals how he bulldozed and decimates his target to me. Trudging on a slope, my focus quickly shifted on a green shimmer in the thickets. A spider was leaping a across the leaf surface and running from death. His assailant was a tiger beetle, my heart raced because it was my first observance how they hunt their food. The spider darted with eight legs but the tiger operate on six and won the race. Clamping down his torturous instrument, the tiger flashed his teeth and the spider doomed to die let out a chilling howl (in my mind). Possibly, the perpetrator wanted me to have a better view and proceed to rip his game on the ground. I watched the butcher in horror not daring to make any noise and suddenly he swerved over, legs still dangling in his jaws. The tiger had turned his attention on me and now it’s my turn to run in fright.
A Patchwork Of Hope and Courage -
I have fallen apart many times; it’s a miracle how I managed to pull myself up every time. See the beige bruises and crack lines on my wings; they testify the hardships I experienced. Bits and pieces sew together by determination, my broken fragments restoring whole again. I am the moth with visual influence, inhaling sunshine and drinking the summer breeze.
The common whitetail can be seen hawking for mosquitoes and other small flying insects over ponds, marshes, and slow-moving rivers in most regions except the higher mountain regions. Periods of activity vary between regions; for example in California, the adults are active from April to September.[2]
Like all perchers, common whitetails often rest on objects near the water, and sometimes on the ground. Males are territorial, holding a 10-to-30-metre stretch (33 to 98 ft) of the water's edge, and patrolling it to drive off other males. The white pruinescence on the abdomen, found only in mature males, is displayed to other males as a territorial threat.
This was the 3rd photo i decided to take, as you can see on quite an angle.
Again i took around 5 pictures to focus stack using the focusing ring on the lens and through photoshop textured them and layered them before adding a colour shadow of blue with a hint of yellow to help the eyes really stand out...
This picture was taken at F11, focus stacked from around 5-6 images with a 28mm F2.8 FD lens reversed onto my Canon 550d with a reverse ring.
Lighting was externally done with a lamp and flash at half power.
Thanks for looking once again.