Long-time readers of this blog know that I occasionally ask readers to tell me which of two similar photos they like best. Usually, I don’t really have a favorite, and am struggling to decide which of two nearly identical compositions is better. Or if I do have a favorite, I don’t say so, in order to not bias the results.
In this case, I have a clear favorite, but no one around here seems to agree with me, so I’m turning to you to prove that I’m right. Don’t let me down…
Here are the two photos. Both show a tiny backlit feather atop a prairie plant at Lincoln Creek Prairie here in Aurora. The photos were taken last month. That last part is completely immaterial to the choice, but I mention it because my word count on this post seems a little low otherwise.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy with both images. But the second one is better, right? Sure, less of it is tack sharp, but it’s more graceful for its softness, and the way the feather leans with the breeze is more attractive than the more upright feather in photo number one. Right??
If you have a strong opinion, you can vote here.
Thanks for your help on this. I will adhere to the results of the poll, no matter which way they come back.
Early spring on the Platte River is crane season. Every one of the half million or so birds in the mid-continent population of sandhill cranes spends a few weeks along Central Platte River each spring. They roost overnight on the river and spend their days feeding in nearby cornfields, grasslands, and wetlands. As we go about our outdoor work, there is a constant soundtrack of crane song in the background. It could be worse.
Those who know me best understand that while I occasionally photograph wildlife, I’m really more about photographing little things like bugs and flowers. I have quite a few photographs of sandhill cranes, but I get as much or more enjoyment out of photographing the small signs those cranes leave behind. Plenty of great photographers, starting and ending with Mike Forsberg, spend lots of time each spring making great images of the birds themselves. I don’t really feel compelled to compete with them. Today, I present a photo essay on sandhill cranes that features exactly zero photographs of sandhill cranes.