I had a choice tonight. Keep folding the washing or go and grab my Nikon D750, change the lens over to the Nikon 105mm macro and hope that the dragonfly would still be where he had landed after I had unconsciously and unceremoniously flicked him off a dry sock. (I wasn’t wearing my glasses and I thought he was some grass clipping debris.)
Guess what I chose to do?
I think I have lost a bit of my photography mojo because I asked myself the question. There shouldn’t have even been a question. It should have been automatic. But I think the doubt was there. Would the dragonfly still be sitting on the paver when I returned armed with my trusty Nikon and the macro lens?
Thankfully for all concerned, he was still there and he was very patient, even when the dog in his “Ooooo mummy….what are you doing on the ground? Can I help?” mode, walked on him.
Who else understands the trials of photo taking when the animals or children want to ‘help’? Honestly, don’t you just want to swear a lot?
Then………..because this creature was being so patient (I was thinking that he might have been dying.) I thought I might up the ante and try shooting him on a plain white background. If he behaved.
So back inside I race to grab some white paper from the printer and proceed to manoeuvre the very obliging creature onto said white copy paper which I had placed in the late afternoon sunlight and out of the reach of the bloody ‘helpful’ dogs. All the while praying for two things. One: that the insect would not fly away and Two: that the insect would not fly or jump directly at me because I would very likely scream hysterically and the chance of damage to my beautiful Nikon was high.
As you can probably ascertain from the photo I was able to take a marvellous shot of this delicate creature and the combination of white paper, delicious sunlight and my gorgeous macro lens enabled me to capture the most delectable shadows of the intricate lacework of its wings. (How’s THAT for a sentence?)
I’m very glad that my photography self yelled at my domestic duty self. Sometimes you need to give yourself a stern talking to.