It's All A Blur

I took a whirlwind trip to NYC this past weekend to see friends and family (not that the two are mutually exclusive), so my opportunities to photograph wildlife were somewhat reduced—not because there isn’t any nature in New York, but because I was generally too busy visiting people to take pictures outside. I did, however, enjoy hearing the sweet sounds of pigeon courtship coming from a window-sill:


And wandering through Central Park on my way to the A-line subway:


And on the train back to DC, I was able to appreciate what’s left of the fall foliage and to experiment with using slower shutter speeds to better illustrate the bright, flickering smear of color I saw out of the train window:



There were moments, too, when for just a second the sun would strike changing leaves at such an angle that it turned them into burning jewels, shards of stained glass, shattered fragments of light flaring up against the backdrop of ordinary trees—and for that instant, seeing them, I would be pierced with a feeling of exhilaration and incipient loss so clear that it was like being injected with the distillation of autumn.

But you can’t reproduce that.

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