I recently gave this fairly useless critique to Cat Burton inside the Arcanum. Below this quote, I put one of my own photos, which I do not really think of as a bird-photo, but as a weird-photo.
It’s a good photo.
Here’s my somewhat useless analysis, being a non-bird-photographer. I’ve taken a few bird-photos, but I don’t consider myself a bird photographer. I only know a little bit about bird-photographers, but they are mystical, like “The Others” on Lost.
My take is that: bird photos are only interesting to other bird photographers.
Other photographers are, at most, only vaguely interested and will generally comment on the sharpness, but otherwise find the subject matter inscrutable.
Bird photographers also seem to be purists. They’ll sit in one uncomfy spot forever to get a photo of some triple-adjectived rare bird that is only seen on a blood moon in a province of Linkershire when the tide is low. They take great pride in their fortitude and find any artifice to be reprehensible.
And, in your bird-cloning tactic, you have probably given offense to the purists among the bird photographers. I think it is cool, but, as I said repeatedly, I am not a bird photographer. They may find this photo to be incomprehensible and as impure as your original sin soul, but, again, I am not a bird photographer.
I hope this useless critique was of interest, or, something.
Daily Photo – Natives in the Hot Afternoon Namibian Sun
I won't put much text here, because I think it sort of takes away from the moment. But while in Namibia, we visited a village, and I saw these to gentlemen, high upon a rock.