Storm’s a Brewin
This Gray Jay looks toward the rain clouds rolling in as it takes a pause from urgently looking for food before the storm.
Light in the Darkness
I took this shot while a group of clouds rolled in. The next day it would pour rain while we looked for wolves in the distance.
The Gray Jay’s white feathers stood out among all of the dark soil, wood, and pine needles. They were little balls of light flitting in and out of the growing darkness.
Youth and Age
I love old trees.
They represent life and age and rebirth. Nothing in nature is wasted.
This tree used to give shelter, food and protection to all sorts of birds. Now it gives this little bird something to perch on while it begs for my lunch.
Soon this tree will give shelter, food, and protection to all sorts of bugs and fungi. Then it will give life to other little baby trees and the cycle will continue.
It’s really beautiful.
This Gray Jay looks like she’s a regal royal staring down at her subjects with her long gray cape flowing behind her.
(In reality, a man was eating another Gray Jay and this one swooped in from behind and grabbed the cheetos out of his hand. This was the shot a split section before… she’s really plotting a sneak attack).
Taking shots of Gray Jays reminds me of when I was a photographer’s assistant. He would always sigh when the bride walked out in a super pure white dress because it meant that he would have to fight the white balance the whole time. I felt the same trying to take shots of these birds, but they wouldn’t sit still like a bridal party would. 😉