Imagine a hot summer and thousands of honey bees flying around water sources.
Yes, this one of those thousands of honey bees.
Look carefully at the photo above and tell me, please, where is the head of this bird.
Have a great week-end!
Monday we had some unexpected visitors. During the day I’ve heard something but very silent, like a hoo, hoo, hoo. When I first heard that sound I thought there might be some pigeons outside looking for a place where to build their nest. But when I went out,the sound stopped and I returned to my room. After a couple of hours I heard again hoooo, hoo, hoo, hoo. I went out decided to search more carefully those pigeons. After a few minutes I noticed a tall bird standing on a branch in an apple tree located very close to my room.
I returned quickly inside the house and I grab my camera hoping to find the bird on the same branch.
It was a long-eared owl (Asio otus).
After I started this blog, I was thinking I was on my road to become a profesional photographer. Stats of the blog were blooming, I had many visitors, many views and I started to think I was pretty good.
I am afraid it was even more(if there is something ‘even more’).
I started to go on fields, I had many walks and my database of photos was growing, and growing, and really growing…
Many times I was on a field, hidden in a bush and my heart was beating so fast only thinking how good my pictures were and how important was that SD Card inside my camera. I was dreaming how people will like them and press that L-button,and how my stats will bloom, again, day after day.
Likes? Shares? Pro? Good photos? Great photographer?
WAKE UP, Cornel!
And I got depressed after I woke up.
I was not a pro, my gear was under the standards, my vision was missing, my skills were lacking.
I was not taking good photos. Many times Auto was my first mode. I didn’t know about rules (‘who needs rules nowadays!?’ I was saying to myself…).
I didn’t received so many likes.
I wasn’t taking photos I liked. I tried to copy photos of Pro Photographers who were receiving thousands of likes and many appreciations.
I was sad only thinking how bad photos I take, how stupid I am and so on.
But after a while I understood: the most important thing is to take photos as well as you can, doing all your efforts, and following your own vision.
And so I learned and discovered many things.
I discovered how nice it is to take photos of your family when they are still with you, not only trying to capture wildlife and say no to family photos.
I was amazed of taking photos of my nephews laughing and playing. It was thrilling to take them photos and it was even more exciting to see them together gathered in front of my computer.
I discovered how some photos taken in various moments can build new human relationships .
I discovered how well you feel when you get just a blurred photo of a bird after waiting for hours, staying in mud and enduring all the laughs of neighbours, friends, people who thought I was just wasting my time for nothing.
Last two years I have taken photos of all sort of things, from birds to fences, from doors to my dogs’ tails, from roads to trees around houses, from mice to my neighbours, and so on. And many times I thought I was taking photos like a crazy man. And all this until a while ago when I was far away from home for several months, and guess what helped me? Yes, my huge database full of all sorts of photos.
Now I am reluctant about sharing my photos with others. I see my photos, I try to write a post here but I delete it after a short while because I think it is unworthy to be read and seen by other people. But I would like to post more even if my photos will be blurred, even if here you’ll find photos of fences and tails.
As usually, I meet my best photographic subjects when I less expect them .
Last year I visited for the first time some woods of Northern Romania. During one of these trips, I was in a car when I noticed right in front of us some birds. I didn’t recognized them so I asked the driver to slow down or even to turn off the car, but she said if she would do that, the birds will fly. So, I tried to take them some photos even if the car was vibrating.
This bird is called: Hazel Grouse.
It is a small bird from grouse family and has under 40 cm length.
Inhabit especially in forest of coniferous.
Its diet consists of buds, fruits, berries, seeds, ants, beetles, caterpillars and other insects.
Female lays up to 12 eggs. Incubation takes 21-25 days .
Unfortunately, hazel grouse may be hunted in season, 15th September – 15th December.
I know these photos aren’t so great but for me they are very important because I am absolutely sure I won’t see this bird soon.
Many times you try to capture the beauty around you but you can’t because of light, because of position, because of weather, because of many reasons. Yes, I know, some of you might say it doesn’t matter the weather, a good photographer is taking good photos no matter how tough are the conditions but for me and my gear, the weather is really important.
When I took this photo, I was inside a car which was moving quite fast on a road full of curves.
I know it isn’t a good photo (technically speaking) but for me it express that pure tranquility of remote places. It is a photo I really like it.
It was a nice autumnal morning. After a short driving through forests we reached the peak of a mountain where a Monastery was built a few decades ago. I entered the yard and stayed for a couple of hours inside the Church and attended Divine Liturgy. After that I went out and had a walk through the yard. Suddenly I noticed three crosses and I became curious. I walked that part and I was amazed by the sight: on each cross was an iron helmet.
You know well all those great Memorials, and so do I, and that’s why I was amazed to see only three small graves with some wooden crosses. First, I didn’t know what to think: is it a sort of piety or is it an offense? After a while I understood: it is a pure and simple way to show respect to our heroes. After all, there, at 1200 meters altitude, it was the best choice to keep it nice and simple.
It seems these graves are in honour of all soldiers who died in First World War and Second War World trying to protect our country.
I went closer to those helmets, I even touched this one below with a sort of piety, with respect. Even if I saw many Memorials and visited museums with artefacts of wars, this encounter was the most powerful to me.
Too often I don’t realize how important is the sacrifice of our ancestors.
And this is a shame for me.
I admit, I have many faults.