From Earth To Sky

Lately I've been asking people when they last noticed a bird. The answers vary: days, weeks, months, or most commonly, uncertainty as a wave of discomfort crosses their face.

 

I started noticing birds about four years ago when taking walks at the beginning of the pandemic, around the same time I bought my first camera. As I started trying to photograph birds, much to my surprise, I discovered that Toledo is one of the best places in the country to observe the spring songbird migration. Suddenly a small joy within a pastime became my main hobby. Now it’s uncommon for me to be outside without noticing a bird.

 

My work focuses on observing intentionally to find and share unique perspectives. I watch for details, the unexpected, and the rarely observed. As I chased birds, I also became fascinated by the details of bugs, animals, and even plants. I often ponder if my urge to observe is what creates my childlike wonder or if wonder is instead the result. 

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As is true for most of us, my days are spent expressing my observations in words. But I take photos to disconnect from words, allowing my thoughts and ideas to float around, unobserved in the background. Nature photography creates an environment where my only option is to be fully present. Hyperaware of my surroundings, in the home I’ve entered uninvited. 

 

Once something catches my attention, a lesson in patience and flexibility begins. It is time to live at the pace of my new friend. My favorite shots result from a willingness to wait and do so without frightening another living being.

 

Sometimes I can hardly get myself to move on – to find a new subject – even after I’ve gotten my shot. I stand in awe, wondering if I will ever see this creature again. Hoping it won’t be the last time. Trying my best to fully appreciate these fleeting moments with equally fleeting beings. Knowing that sometimes the best moment from the day cannot be captured or shared.