It’s always inspiring to hang out with other conservation photographers, especially when they’re really good at what they do. As I mentioned in my last post, I recently spent an early morning in one of our crane viewing blinds and got to see a whooping crane right out in front. My two companions that morning were Michael Forsberg and Melissa Groo, both of whom are incredibly talented and accomplished wildlife photographers, as well as passionate and effective advocates for conservation.
Also? They have really really big lenses. Like, intimidatingly large lenses. And when there is a whooping crane hanging out on the other side of the river from you, a big lens is sure handy. As a result, you should check out both Mike and Melissa’s individual Instagram accounts to see the photos they got from that morning. I know Mike has already posted the amazing shot he took of the whooper stretching its wings, which turned out looking like a white angel in the midst of a dull gray mob of birds. I don’t think Melissa has posted any photos yet from that morning, but she did post a shot of the same bird in a nearby field from a few days before. (Check out their other work as well, you’ll be glad you did.)
Good for them. Seriously. They had the right equipment for the job on that morning and were able to capture powerful images they’ll use for good purposes. Me? Not so much. I spent my morning capturing the “atmosphere” of the morning, and enjoying my overall good fortune. After all, I was hanging out great people, and looking at one of the few whooping cranes left in the world, along with four or five thousand sandhill cranes. I was doing just fine.
Am I jealous that when I go out to take pictures, my entire photography kit, including the vehicle I’m driving, cost less than one of the lenses Mike and Melissa were shooting with? Well, maybe just a little bit. But mostly, I’m glad they’re successful enough to afford those lenses. This is what they do, and they need to have the right tools for the job. There are only about three or four days a year when I wish I had a longer lens. The rest of the time, I’m usually looking down toward my feet for photo opportunities, not across a broad river channel, and I’m perfectly happy with that. After all, it wouldn’t make any sense to have all conservation photographers capturing the same kinds of images, right? Somebody has to chase little bugs around prairies, and I’m more than happy to help fill that role.
Speaking of photos near my feet, I’ve had a couple opportunities to practice my own brand of conservation photography in the days since my whooping crane morning. I had a very pleasant walk through one of our recently burned prairies a couple nights ago. Then, yesterday, I enjoyed an hour or so photographing prairie plants on what might be the last frosty morning of the winter. Until my favorite subjects (bugs and flowers) start becoming more available, I’m feeding my appetite with whatever else I can find.
I’m incredibly fortunate to be able to incorporate photography into my regular job. It’s something I’m passionate about, and something I feel is critically important in order to help people understand and feel connected to nature. I don’t often travel far from home to photograph nature, but I’m sure glad others do. For example, I’ll likely never get to see the Arctic or Antarctic regions of this world, but I feel a strong connection to those places because of the photographs of people like Paul Nicklen. In my own small way, I hope I can provide that kind of connection between people and the prairies I love – despite my tiny little camera lenses…