Last, But Not Least

I usually begin a photo shoot at Bottle Beach by taking shots of the larger birds that show up first and seldom come very far up on to the beach. The shoot generally ends with my favorite part, kneeling on the beach trying to get shots of the littlest sandpipers that run in front and in back of me, totally indifferent to me and my camera. It’s the closest I ever get to becoming One with Nature.

Though I seldom worry about identifying the birds I’m photographing while I’m photographing them, these turned out to be Western Sandpipers, not Least Sandpipers.