At this time of year especially, I like to be out just as the sun comes up and down on the marshes this is usually the calmest part of the day, the wind has yet to pick up so the reeds and water are still. This image was taken with a 70 – 200 mm lens at f2.8. Using such a shallow depth of field can often help to create a mood in a picture.
I frequently travel with a 300 mm f2.8 lens and use this with a 2 x teleconverter. A lot of nikon shooters don’t realise that if you stop down to f11 when using the 2 x you get tack sharp images, that are just about impossible to separate from those images shot with only the prime lens. For sure at f5.6 I guarantee the pictures with this combination will be soft. Increasingly I am using this combination on bright days here in the UK as a relatively lightweight outfit for flight shots. Coupled with the D800 the crop potential allows me to capture most things. This flock of Shoveler is an image with this outfit from yesterday.
Its been nice to feel the sun on my face this week and I’ve managed to escape the office and shoot every day. The last couple of mornings here in North Norfolk have dawned cold with minus 2 celcius making this morning feel very chilly. Bird photography has been good but I took time out to shoot some landscape images, this shot of Salthouse marshes and church was taken just a few minutes prior to sunrise.
The Common Merganser or Goosander as this striking duck is known in the UK was high on my target list during a stay in Switzerland last week. This image of a pair on Lake Geneva was made a the end of the day once the sun had gone. Making blurs like this is simply down to using a slow shutter speed and this shot was taking on a Nikon D800 with 300 mm lens and 2 x teleconverter all handheld using the panning technique. You never know quite what you will get doing this but I found this image one of the most pleasing from around 50 images that I have kept.
This week after many years of trying at around this time in early spring I finally managed to photograph the weed dance of the Great crested Grebe. Over three days I managed to photograph around 10 of these dances and saw many more that were too distant. On occasions some birds clutched beaks full not of weed but rubbish including bits of old rag and even a cheese wrapper!