Incredible Adventure

Posted by Keith Bridgman

One of the most important elements of a successful photographic day afield is to simply be there. This holds true for every form of photography, however, when it comes to wildlife photography, being there is a mandatory prerequisite.

The Sunny Sixteen Nature Group is perhaps the most successful and well attended groups within the club. Julie and Mary Beth do a wonderful job organizing the various outings. Most are local, but a few take the members out of state. One of the best out of state locations is near Seymour, Indiana where upwards to 30,000 Sandhill Cranes spend the winter on their migration. They tend to use an area known as the Ewing Flats, just west of Seymour. This area is a flat expanse of farm country which apparently provides an appealing stop over for the migrating Sandhills.

The first Nature Group outing to Ewing Flats for the new year 2020 was scheduled for January 9th...and I was finally planning on attending this one. As luck would have it, circumstances arose that interfered with my being able to make it on that day, but, I would be able to go up a day or so earlier to check it out.

July 7th was my projected attempt and indeed I crawled out of bed at 4 AM to head out by 4:30. I wanted to get there early, around sunup, to take advantage of the morning light. About 90 miles up the road, my alternator started acting up and to spare you the heart rendering details, I managed to limp home by nursing the old Jeep back without destroying my battery or something else more mechanically critical. Spent the afternoon replacing the alternator...and, got up at 3:30 the next morning to give it another try.

Right at sunup, I was standing along the country road in Ewing Flats waiting for the Sandhills to begin stirring...and stir they did. The first light of the day proved the worth and effort of the early rise and drive as the sky was mostly clear, cold for sure, but free of troublesome clouds that often interferes with certain types of photography. What I did not yet know was this was just the warm up for the grand show that would come later in the day.

As the Sandhills began to stir and fill the morning sky with their graceful flight and chattel-like calls, I found myself snapping photos rapid fire...not paying attention to any of the photographic principles I so often try to emulate. The first one hundred or so shots where characterized as cliched snap shots of the Sandhill's flying, and standing in the fields, of which I already had hundreds if not thousands from previous attempts. I knew I wanted more...something to stand apart from what almost anyone can take. I needed quality, not quantity and so I began to evaluate what was happening and to formulate a plan on how to go about photographing these amazing birds that not only captured their unique blend of migratory endurance, but the flavor of their world and environment.

First off I looked for opportunities to get close to the birds...not an easy feat as they tend to be tolerant-shy of people, but they do not seem to be concerned with vehicles. My Jeep would make an excellent blind from which to shoot, and I knew from past experience with these birds, some will often land very close to the edge of the roads. It didn't take long to locate a small group loitering about 10 yards off the road. That is when I made my first mistake. I stopped, grabbed my camera, opened the door, and stepped out right in front of the birds. Within two seconds they were gone. Next time, I would park so the drivers-side door would open away from the birds and I would exit more quietly and shoot from behind the Jeep.

The main reason I wanted to step out of the Jeep instead of shooting from inside was I wanted to get low and look them in the eye instead of looking down on them. The idea is to immerse yourself into their world from their perspective. It took some practice but through the course of the day I managed to do just that; use the Jeep to block them from seeing me, and shoot from a sitting position.

I also wanted to find situations where the birds would be back-lit by the sun. This kind of light provides an excellent shape-defining glow around their frame and also serves to generate some very unique and interesting background light. The light begins to shine and reflect not just off them but through them.

By mid-afternoon I had already taken a good number of photos, including a Whooping Crane sighting, but I began to think about what the birds would do once the day approached sundown. They tend to feed all day in the fields, then go to water and then to roost. The trick was to figure out in what direction they would fly at sundown, then position myself in a location so as to isolate them against the setting sun. All I could do was guess and hope they would cooperate.

About an hour before sunset, they began to stir. I was positioned between where a large number of them were feeding in a field and the sun would set pretty much behind them. The idea was, regardless of what direction they would fly, at least some of them would be silhouetted against the sunset for a short time. Hopefully, I would be able to catch a few good photos with the sunset as the backdrop.

The camera you use is an amazing tool equipped with a wide variety of creative functions that can be used to accomplish what you the artist wants to create. I wanted rich, vivid colors, so I manually pushed the White Balance up to around the 9000-k degree light temperature setting which would create a much richer, warm-enhanced light. With any kind of luck, this would generate the combination of natural vs creative balance I needed.

The problem was, the birds began to leave too soon. The sun was a full hour from setting, and all the birds feeding in the fields began to rise up in mass and exit to the east, away from the where the sun was to set. Regardless, I did what I could shooting the flights as they passed overhead or nearby. Before long, most of the birds had left with just a few stragglers milling around. I debated about going ahead and leaving, but something in the back of my mind said..."Not just yet...stick around and see what happens."

I'm glad I listened. About 10 minutes or so before the sun was to set, I heard a huge flight of birds returning from the east heading straight into the sunset. Over the next half hour, thousands, and thousands of Sandhills flew overhead in wave after wave. I almost wore out my camera shooting rapid fire 10 frames a second as they drifted to and fro across the magnificent light that was forming across the horizon. I shot and shot until it go so dark, I could no longer shoot and when the spectacle was finally over, I knew the day had been a day I would never forget.

The few photo's I share here only touch the surface of what I experienced that day. I also took quite a few segments of video footage a stream of which you can watch at the bottom of this post.

Incredible adventure to say the least, an amazing red-letter day that will forever go down as one of the highlights of my photographic endeavor.

A Good Morning To Be Out

Submitted by Keith Bridgman

I walked all of 50 yards and realized I was already cold. A crisp, fresh scent in the air shoved along seemingly by a heavy winter chill penetrated all the way through my layered camouflaged clothing. With another 300 or so yards to go I hoped the pace would generate some much-needed warmth.

Underfoot the ground crunched in time with my steps as a heavy frost lay like a thin, white sheet over the dried, left over fall season leaves. As I rounded the wooded corner and stepped toward a clearing and onto the edge of the cornfield, I notice how the dried grasses that laced its surface glistened in the gray, half light of this chilly morning.

At least a year had passed since I last marched into an early winter morning. It felt good to finally get back to exploring some of the more enjoyable photographic adventures. Simple as it was, at least it felt like an adventure anyway. My goal was call in a coyote or two and get some quality photos of this elusive creature.

I walked along the south edge of the cornfield glancing with every other step or two toward where the sun was to first appear. A bright and clear sky laced with a few thin layers of high clouds forecast an optimistic sunny rise. Already the sky was beginning to glow with strong pastel oranges and yellows that gently filtered toward the higher up, once black of night, and blended into a softer blue.

Across the field a silver lining of that frost began to sparkle more as the light transitioned from soft gray to a warmer tone. Still shadowed at this point, it would not be long before the warming rays of the sun would lift the frosty coating. For now, though, I belonged to one of those down home, Kentucky mornings, where sky and landscape joined together to create a special moment in time.

I setup next to a six-foot cedar and deployed my DYI decoy contraption in the field about 30 yards out to one side. At first, I just sat in the crispy air and surveyed the fields spread out in front of me. About 175 yards away stretched the edge of a wooded area that wound its way across and around the northeastern end of the field. Probably 20 acres or so of corn stubble lay between and to the northwest another couple hundred acres rolled across the landscape. I figured this would be a good place for a coyote or two. I switched on the call and waited.

I waited some more…then some more. No coyotes appeared. Then some movement coming from the wooded area across from where I was caught my attention. Three deer, all does, were working their way along the edge and into the cornfield. One of them stopped several times and looked my way...not sure...but suspected something wasn't quite right. She lifted her leg...moved closer...snorted with burst of misty breath...stepped back...and took off.

Over the next hour and a half, I saw no coyotes, but I did see about 15 deer five of which came within about 25 yards. I managed to shoot over 400 images using a rapid-fire shutter. My 50 – 500mm Sigma lens with a 1.4 teleconverter attached performed flawlessly…even using manual focus. Eventually the deer grew wary of my presence, and wave good bye with their characteristic tail flag. By then though I had managed to capture a few good closeup images.

I was disappointed in not being able to call in a coyote or two, but the deer made up for it. Coyotes are tough critters to photograph and I’ll keep on trying. In the meantime, just being out in nature on such a glorious and crisp winter morning was reward enough.

As I struggled to my feet to relieve a building cramp in my leg, I realized just how much I had missed getting out like this. The sun full up now was beginning to thaw the landscape from its frosty cloak, so I gathered my gear and made my way back home. It was a good morning to be out.

Calling All Coyotes

Submitted by Keith Bridgman

Wildlife photography is probably the most difficult of photography endeavors to pursue. Wildlife in general can often be finicky and elusive. After all, they are wild. To be somewhat successful at it requires one to spend a great deal of time outdoors and to understand the ways of the wildlife being pursued.

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Over the years I’ve made various, mostly unsuccessful attempts to photograph wildlife, having captured a few lucky images from time to time, but nothing of real merit. I’ve even tried to photograph coyotes, unsuccessfully by the way, by calling them in using a hand-blown wounded rabbit call…which is a challenge to say the least.

Coyotes are fascinating, adaptable creatures. They can be found in all kinds of habitats and even though they are quite jumpy around people, they will readily take up residence in and around where people live. I recently heard that an estimated upwards to 20 million of them live in North America. That is incredible when you think about it, when so many animals are creeping toward extinction or have suffered dramatic reductions in their numbers thru habitat destruction, the coyote is thriving.

Prior to the 1940’s, coyotes were primarily a plains and western animal, but since have spread across the United States and can be found in every state. You’d think it would be an easy animal to photograph, but they are not as they are a wary and elusive animal.

As the new year 2020 approaches I’ve decided I want to capture some quality images of coyotes. As I live in the middle of farm country, there are no shortages of them around. I hear them all the time especially of an evening when a family unit begins their greeting yelping and howling. They often sound like they are in my backyard, but logic suggests they are farther away than they sound. I figure this will not be an easy task as they most often are not seen during the day but can be found late of an afternoon just before sundown and just after sunup.

I plan on using an electronic call…downloaded to my phone and played thru a speaker, along with a manually operated dyi decoy/attractor that waves around. The idea is to place the decoy and call some distance from where you set up so as to focus any curious coyote’s attention on the call and decoy instead of you. Camouflage is a must, from head to toe, and a blind is also a useful amenity. Any movement at all and a coyote will see it and be gone, so you must be hidden.

Camera equipment…well, you need a long lens something like 500mm preferably with a 1.4 teleconverter attached. A tripod for low light situations and shooting with a high ISO and fast shutter speeds along with rapid fire 8 to 10 frames per second shooting.

You gotta also place yourself with the wind in your face and be willing to brave the cold and early hours. Fortunately, I can just walk out my backdoor a few hundred yards and be in prime coyote country.

So, there you have it…my next challenge for 2020. Hopefully, the coyotes will cooperate. Even if they do not, the challenge of trying to do something like this carries its own just rewards. I’ve spent too much time sleeping in, too much time sitting around, and not nearly enough time doing the things I enjoy. Hopefully, that too will change for 2020.

A Photographic Journey - Through the Lenses of Alan and Sheila Reeves

Submitted by Keith Bridgman

It has been quite some time now, a good many years, when I first met Alan and Sheila Reeves. I recall it was during a Sunny Sixteen Camera Club meeting when we assembled in a much smaller and tighter venue. The club itself was growing not only in numbers but in the quality of the photography being created by the members. Seems the first thing I can remember about both of them was how they expressed their desire to improve photographically. Best I can remember Alan made a comment something like, "We take a lot of travel snapshots, but we want to learn more so we can move to a higher level of skill." 


I do believe their skill levels have grown a great deal since then and without doubt they have developed into two of the finest photographers in a club that has a good number of skilled photographers within it.

Both Alan and Sheila love to travel and this great love of theirs sparked into life a desire to capture their experiences...not just as snapshot memories, but to showcase the magical wonders of the beautiful locations they visit. Snapshots just would not serve justice to the natural beauty they experienced during their travels. So they began a journey to improve their photographic skills not only from a technical aspect, but from an aesthetically artistic form.

The more they traveled, the more they desired to improve upon their photographic skills. They began to look beyond what the ordinary traveler might see, to visualize the emotion and excitement of moments in time that spoke to their inner feelings.

Along the way, they discovered an important aspect about how their personal feelings influenced their photography. It was there, within the emotional depths of their soul, their visions took root to eventually become reality, and their skill as photographers caught up with the beauty of the world they explored.

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Alan began to focus a great deal on photographing birds and some of his amazing images have won awards as a result. He also recognizes the profound gracefulness and intriguing virtues of the world around him, and possesses an uncanny ability to interpret what he sees visually into photographs that captures much more than the visual elements; they capture the pure and essential light of a given moment.

Alan's ability to find just the right moment to snap the shutter captures the amazing world of birds in the finest of details. His eye, his instinct serves him well when reaching beyond the simple realm of a photograph to capture nature at its best.

Alan Reeves Photo

Sheila turns her lens toward the natural world, including landscapes and closeup visions within the macro realm, to not only explore what is there, but to explore more deeply from within what creation means to her personally.

She does not see a photographic point of time as a single element, but recognizes how the multitude of elements blend to form one single moment of importance. There is at once a complexity and simplicity seen within her photographic work, often a perfect blend of light, place, and emotion.

Alan and Sheila have become synonymous with what it means to become a photographic artist. Their work transcends the ordinary to touch not only the visual senses, but to stir the emotions of those who see their images. Thank you Alan and Sheila for humbly sharing not only your wonderful talents, but your vision and inspiration with Sunny Sixteen.