Robin

ByDawn

A few from the garden today. Decided to try a perch for the Robin and he/she took to it pretty much straight away. The Turtle dove did put in a brief appearance, but quickly wandered off over the other side of the lawn.

These last two were a little too centrally composed, so I’ve cropped off one side, and added the same amount to the other to correct this.

The last is my fav from the session, he’s such a poser! I really like shooting in overcast conditions like this, as it really brings out the detail. But a little more brightness would have been good so I could get just a little more depth of field, and perhaps a bit of ‘sparkle’.

 

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