I have recently acknowledged a new obsession: photographing bird in flight. Actually, watching birds fly too. For example, I pointed out a bird flying in the sky and how pretty it was. The friend I was with looked at me like I was crazy and said: “yes, that is a bird flying in the sky.” It’s strange because I’ve never considered this before as something terribly interesting. Or interesting at all.
But I digress….
The new thrill is photographing them with my Holga and then waiting to see if anything came out (because the Holga camera uses film and the camera itself is unpredictable). I’m not using the term “thrill” lightly, either. I’ve noticed that there’s some squealing with glee when I do this. I don’t know why it’s happened to me, really. It’s reckless and unpredictable because I try to get as close to the birds as I can before the take off. So it happens quickly and I am really not entirely sure where, or if, the bird will end up in the frame. This might be a waste of film, we’ll see. But hopefully it will result in some spooky and weird.
Here’s a few from when I was at the La Jolla Cove in California last weekend.