Stone curlew

Today with some friends we have tried a steakout for the Stone curlews, birds many alusive. As always we do not lose heart and we go thinking that almost certainly will be the deer.

So it starts the adventure with a meet at 4.30 for to be at 5.20 inside blinds. We already know the place but it's the first time that we go it, so we look forward to the rising of the Sun but... It starts to rain!! The weather forecasts were quite good, with some clouds scattered, while at last the sky was completely covered and sometimes it rained. However inside the hide tent  the rain does not enter and we wait for the stone curlew. After about an hour some horses comes, but there is no trace of the stone curlew, then from far away there are deer and here hearts are warmed ... but  always  very far.

For some time I was thinking to write this page, the my diary, and finally here it go.

The purpose is to share thoughts, goals, hopes, jobs and whatever concerns the photography of Nature, unsuspected passion born in 2013. If the interest for the Nature and Science in general I've always had as a child, one for photography instead had to wait. When I was a kid I had a photographer friend, that started taking pictures after a course and after buying a camera (a Yashica if I remember correctly) with great sacrifice. He did photos and developed  himself in black & white. For me it was all very magical and interesting but unattainable given the cost (maximum I could buy, after asking the money to my parents, a comic) for which all resulted with the usual phrase "when I grow up I'll buy. .. ". And so it happened. In fact, came the first compact camera, a Nikon camera roll that my sister gave me for my wedding, and with which I took several pictures, even though they were the usual souvenir photo of some event and anything related to nature. This continued even with the advent of digital and precisely with the purchase of a 12 megapixel Fuji as well that, to tell the truth, it still worked well and I own today. Meanwhile, between family commitments, work, and other passions, photography has never represented anything special other than to "stop a memory."

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