Field report: Adventures in having the wrong lens.
This is still from yesterday. So, overcast and dark, spitting rain occasionally. I was walking around with my RF 24-240 doing what the youngsters these days apparently refer to as "street photography," because admitting that you're just a tourist walking around with a fuck-off massive camera hanging around your neck just makes you sound like a dweeb. The major results of this I will not bore you with here.
Anyway, I was not enough of a dweeb to also carry the Bird Lens all over town, therefore I was ill prepared for birds. Naturally, I therefore encountered several.
Here is a scrub jay I happened to spy sitting on top of a pole quite some distance away. And here he is again, from slightly further down the street:
I don't normally crop my photos. I figure I normally pack enough glass to make what comes out of the camera the final output, and trying to achieve the same is, if you ask me, rather the point. It's the challenge and the thrill of the chase and all that. Plus, I paid for the whole lens and I'm going to use the whole lens, gods damn it.
I cropped these two, though. Here's why.
Uh. Yeah.
