I didn’t go to Bear River to get pictures of Snowy Egrets. I can find them much nearer than that, but somehow I still filled up a lot of my memory card with shots of them. They are such a striking bird that I can’t imagine not pointing my camera at them when they’re around.
I doubt I’ll ever get better closeups than the shots I got in Santa Rosa in the last few years, but somehow that doesn’t seem to make these shots any less beautiful.
Ignoring a Snowy Egret as it stalks a pond
because you’ve already seen one stalking a pond would make about as much sense as ignoring a beautiful girl in a bikini walking down the beach because you’ve seen one before.
It doesn’t hurt if you can manage to capture them in a different pose,
one that manages to show a different side of their beauty. I suspect Snowy Egrets have thrived because they’ve mastered the art of killing, stalking their prey like some ninja warrior, striking with a suddenness
that chills the bones.
Doesn’t get much more striking than the one on top—he looks to be in a serious Egret Warrior Pose, and reflected in the water as he is, with that hair slicked back (we called that a “tork” in L.A. when I was a kid), he looks ready for about anything. (Though I suspect he’d prefer a good meal to anything else…) Great shooting, Loren!