It often takes me a little longer than most to get from one point to another. I see far to many things along the road that I want to stop and photograph. So, it was no suprise to anyone to see me pulled off along Highway 36 as I was hauling furniture from Beaverton to Bandon. As I was driving along, I noticed the creek bed had rocks with nice round holes. The appearance was facinating and I had to stop.
I selected my location and began to set up my tripod and change to a wide angle lens. While getting set up a bright red crawfish crawled out of the stream and moved towards me. His mistake! I could not resist. I caught the crawfish and moved him further in to where he could not get away and then added a macro tube to my set up and began photographing.
It took quite a while to get the crawfish to raise his pinchers while I had him within the narrow band of focus. I focused and he lowered his pinchers. I moved and he raised his pinchers. I refocused and he lowered his pinchers. Back and forth we went until eventually I made the image I was looking for. After thanks I returned the little fellow to the stream.
The image of the stream bed was a bust. It lacked the interest I thought I saw. The crawfish…that image was a keeper.