Over the past three winters, I've taken hundreds of pictures of thousands of snow geese. The sheer size of the flocks, and their sudden juxtaposition with tidy suburbia makes them photo-worthy, but only up to point. I've taken enough shots of birds ravaging city parks. Here are attempts at finding something different.
A slightly more natural setting: an un-mown former farm field. I was trying to capture a sea of white backs fading into the distance. The birds about to land liven it up. Note the sunlit drops of water falling from their wings. More depth of field, especially foreground, would have helped.
Here is a fragment of a flock heading from the foreshore inland. I waited until the birds were above the mountain top, white above white against blue. The mountain with its hopeful, although non-productive, cloud is Cypress, where a few Olympic sites are seriously wanting for snow.
Heads down, mostly. The sunlight on their backs amid the tall, wind-combed grass was different. Alas, a mallard crashed the picture, as they are wont to do.