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Photographing Through Glass: Lessons from the Aquarium
Aquarium photography sounds simple until you try it: you're shooting through glass, in low light, at subjects that don't hold still and don't take direction. I spent an afternoon at OdySea in Scottsdale finding out exactly how many of my usual instincts don't apply once there's a tank wall between me and the fish.
The jellyfish were the easiest win of the day, by a wide margin. Whatever lighting the tank was using threw the water a deep, saturated blue, which meant the orange and rust-colored jellyfish practically glowed against it, pure complementary colors doing half the composition work for me. They also barely move with any speed, drifting rather than swimming, which meant I actually had time to focus and frame instead of firing blind and hoping.
The Hawk, the Lizard, and the Heron I Almost Missed
These four photos came out of three completely different outings: a park visit that turned into a hawk-rescue misunderstanding, a hike at Pinnacle Peak, and an afternoon at the pond that started with one bird and ended with two. None of them were the shot I actually planned on getting.
Three Jobs, Three Headspaces.
No single day at BKC looks the same. Some mornings I'm behind a camera by six am, or earlier depending on the season, editing images by ten, and drafting a blog post by two. Other days I sit down with a novel chapter at eight in the morning and I'm still there at six that night, having barely moved from the chair.
What a Dragonfly Taught Me About Photography
Everyone assumes a dragonfly shot comes down to reflexes. Fast hands, fast shutter, right place at the right time. I believed that too, for about two weeks.
Those two weeks were humbling. I'd spot one perched on a reed, wings catching the light just right, and I'd move in for the shot, only to watch it lift off the instant I got close enough to focus. I'd find it twenty feet away, try, and lose it again. I did this for the better part of an afternoon at a pond, sweating, half-crouched, convinced the problem was my speed. I just needed to move faster, get closer quicker, beat the dragonfly to the punch.
I never caught the dragonfly. Not once.
