Where is the wildlife? It’s been all Appalachians and kayak adventures on The Wild Edge this summer. Shouldn’t there be birds? Where can they be hiding?
Are the songbirds singing in the sun while I am inside in meetings and museums and antique shops?
Are the shorebirds and herons wading in wild wet places while I am at forts and canals and cliffs?
Are the soras and rails strutting their stuff in the early morning and late evening while I’m busy with the nuisances of everyday life?
Are the tricolored herons posing for close-ups in the middle of the day while I am too hot and too frustrated to be bothered with carrying a camera?
Are the orioles and waxwings flitting through the treetops while I am kayaking in urban and suburban rivers, armed only with a point and shoot camera inadequate for wildlife photography?
Are the avocets and black-necked stilts feeding far, far away when I do have the right gear in the right place?
Maybe the wildlife has been there all along. Maybe it’s me who’s missing.
Maybe I’m always in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong equipment doing the wrong thing.
Maybe the real question is –
Where is the wildlife photographer?