Out of Position
I had watched this male kingfisher work the waters of Long Lake for quite some time, usually at a distance, when it suddenly flew to a perch closer to the car. I hadn't expected it to come so close so from my position my only choice was to shoot it against the white cloudy sky. I later shifted my position a bit to place the perch against some distant trees but over the next couple of days the kingfisher never returned to the perch.
Although if I had been originally been at the optimal location, I wouldn't have had a shot at the river otters who showed up as the same time as the kingfisher, so settling for the high-key shot was a happy compromise.
Kingfisher
In this dark and dying dayI know he sits and watches.
The Wet Fisher
It rained, then poured. The king and I, we waited.