Month: July 2015

This Least Tern chick just left his/her mom and sibling and headed across the hot sand. Those wings don’t look quite ready for flying, but he sure was  giving them a workout – maybe in an effort to lift his tootsies off the blazing hot sand.

July 22, 2015 Fledglings about ready to leave the nest. Both female as far as I can tell from their speckled chests. These are the two I’ve followed all spring and summer since their parents settled into this nest back in April.

When I took this picture mom and dad were nearby, watching from their favorite pine tree.

When the temperature reached over 100 on the sand a kid will find shade wherever possible. In this case, it’s under mom.

There was quite a battle going on around two tiny Least Tern chicks at Opal Beach yesterday. At least six adults were zooming around, attacking each other and making quite a ruckus.  But in the midst of it all, all this mama wanted to do was feed her baby (at the left, barely visible).

This beautiful young Osprey (female, I think, from the speckles on her chest) stared me down as I walked closer and closer, until I was finally looking almost straight up at her. We were no more than ten feet away from each other, and she never flinched.

I took this photo some time in the early 1980s on a pond in Alabama. Out in a canoe as a dark, dark storm approached, I grabbed this last shot just as the huge raindrops began to pound the pond. The camera? The 35mm Pentax I brought home from Viet Nam in 1968. The film? Kodachrome, of course.

Marty Campbell Gallery … Pensacola’s finest gallery. Come see us of Friday July 17 – Gallery night.

I just captured this panoramic image yesterday. Funny thing is – at first I was shooting with a full-frame Nikon D800 and a fast 24-70 lens.  But I got a better image with my iPhone 6+. Shot it in Pano mode, then took it into Photoshop and adjusted  the distortion using the “warp” tool.

Staring down into the Little River (between Cades Cove and Elkmont). You can feel the cooler air flowing up the rocks from 20 feet below. 

I came to check out his nest, so he returned the favor and circled close overhead … apparently to let me know that he knew I was there and that he didn’t intend to take any funny stuff off me.

I got the message, fired off a few shots anyway and left.