I'll admit, I'm a bit of a collector. And when it comes to my passion for natural history, there aren't many exceptions. Fossils, plant specimens for the garden, even toys (I'm not proud... well, maybe a little); all collected. And I love wildlife and wild places, so I collect them too. But bringing home the Great Smokey Mountains or an American alligator is a bit of a stretch. So I collect things like that in pictures. I know some really talented photographers, and I'm not one of them. In my experience, I've learned it's not the lens or the camera; heck, with me it's not even the photographer. It's all luck, in more ways than one. Being in the right place, at the right time. Being able to go to those places at all. Being able to see the things I've seen. And sometimes, being able to bring them home with me. I'm a very lucky person, indeed.
|More wildlife than you can shake a stick at, soaking up the sun on the banks of the St. Johns River in Florida.|