As I said, I went to the English Country Garden to meet friends and pursue hummingbirds. It was a glorious day.  The Best of Times? Pretty close. Yet, the clear blue skies provided a distinct challenge. As a result, inside the gardens the plants soaked in sunlight and spread deep shadows underneath their branches and leaves.  Photographers call this contrasty light. Cameras really can’t match the variation from bright sunlight to dark shadow very well. The camera’s light meter is challenged to pronounce what would be an appropriate lens opening to allow in just the “right” amount of light for the instant the aperture is open. And it really is an instant.

And as you follow a hummingbird, if you are able to do the right setting chances every second. The aperture of a camera lets in the light. It is opened and closed by the shutter. The longer the. shutter is open the more light is allowed in. The shorter time the shutter speed is opened the less light is allowed in.  In my camera, the shutter of the Nikon Z8 can be opened as little as 1/32,000 of a second. Think of that. It is an incredible short period of time. Even shorter time than a hummingbird’s wings will beat. The electronic shutter is much faster! This is incredible technology.

As well, the technology of my camera is designed so that one can continuously, within limits, track and keep a bird in focus!  It focuses on the eyes. The most important part of a bird to keep in focus.  But it does require the operator—me in other words—to keep the camera lens aimed at the bird while it flits in and out of the flowers in the park. This is a Herculean task. Actually, impossible. The camera can only focus on those eyes while the lens is “looking” at the bird. If it flits into the shadow or behind a flower or behind a leaf it is “lost.”  The camera will focus on the next nearest thing—like a leaf you don’t care about.

This is a battle royal between technologies. The technology of the hummingbird is astounding. The hummingbird is as described as “the most remarkable things on 2 wings” by a documentary film I watched on PBS called Magic in the Air.  The film also said they are “intriguing, enchanting and utterly captivating.” All of that is true.

Hummingbirds are so fast that they rarely provide more than a fleeting glimpse to the observer. That is a pity because there is much to see. It also made, I found out, my task of pointing my camera lens at the hummingbirds at the right time, incredibly difficult. They were there and then they were gone. I seemed to always be behind them. By the end of the afternoon, I was convinced that despite my fancy camera I would get no images at all. Just air and leaves and shadows. That is what I feared. I feared these were indeed the worst of times. And I wanted the best of times. It seemed to me an impossible task.

The camera  also had another technological trick up its  sleeve.  The camera could repeatedly lift the shutter and expose an image at astonishing speeds. Over and over again! I could set the camera to automatically fire a burst of images on merely touching the shutter button.  And it would keep firing away repeatedly at amazing speeds.  Mistakenly, I had set the camera to keep firing away at the highest level—10 to 20 frames per second. Imagine that, the camera would be set up to photograph that many images with one press of the shutter. The camera could make all the calculations of shutter speed that fast.  Over and over again. It was incredible.

Later I realized, when I looked at the images from my camera card on my computer, I had actually caught some pretty good images. At least by my lowly standards.  The camera had been faster than I. the technology of the camera was far better than the Hans Neufeld technology. It managed to capture some images of these illusive birds.

September 2, 2024: Mother Nature was not cooperating

All of these problems were exasperated by the incredible winds. If the hummingbird landed on a branch in the sun, as it did from time to time, it was only for a brief moment. And then, as often as not the wind moved the branch a great distance and the bird somehow managed to hang on for dear light. Of course, by then, the camera lens was no longer pointed at the bird, but that darned tree again.

This was the most amazing race of technologies.  The Bird was holding its own however. If would alight on a branch or hover in front of a flower for just the briefest moment before moving on. I was profoundly challenged to keep up. This was the real amazing race.

However, the birds had one flaw which made it almost impossible to grab an image in focus.  They would constantly be chasing each other. These tiny hummingbirds are amazingly territorial. Even though there was an abundance of nectar—the nectar of the Gods, yet each bird would try to chase away each competitor. That I show they have evolved. Don’t let any other bird get your nectar!  Even if it means you are wasting an in incredible amount of time in which you could be fueling up, you were instead chasing the competition away. This was insanity.

This was insane.  Each bird in the garden could easily find plenty of flowers for itself. Hummingbirds are the tiniest birds in the western hemisphere.  A baby hummingbird is about as heavy as a post-it note! As soon as they can fly, they are constantly on the move.  They stop for very short and infrequent rest stops. Like this bird posing for me in the sun. Mocking me and my feeble efforts.

[1] “Magic in the Air”, PBS

I was extremely pleased to get this photograph

“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.”

― Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities

In some respects, I have experienced the summer from Hell. And I don’t want to stay in Hell any longer. In other respects, it has been the summer from Heaven and I want a lot more of it. Like Charles Dickens said, “They were the best of times; they were the worst of times.”

The troubles started at the end of 2023 when I accidentially pitched myself down the stairs in our home, and, frankly, was lucky to be alive and not paralyzed. I had literally sailed down the stairs head first until it collided abruptly with hard prejudice, against the bulkhead, leaving a big hole where my head hit. I hit the bulk head nearly 7 feet above the stair underneatb where the collision occurred. That pitched me back onto my ample derriere and slid the rest of way down. Hitting that board, I now believe saved me from more grievous injury. I lay there utterly defeated, but without broken bones or paralysis. I think I was lucky. Very lucky.

I did however have a torn meniscus which interfered with my enjoyment. Then I carelessly affixed my camera to its tripod on the patio of the house we were renting in San Tan Valley Arizona and it fell relegating it to the dump heap. I did have an old spare camera, but I was grumpy.

As a result, I was unable to do the things in Arizona that I liked the most. Except for attending Arizona State University and numerous (too numerous?) happy hour with friends. I was not able to swim the breas stroke and hiking was very difficult.

When we got back to Canada I was determined to buy a new camera and a better one at that. That is what I did. And it was a dandy camera.  Much too expensive for a schlep photographer like me to be honest. Then I made a bad mistake. I jammed the camera’s adapter into my best lens, which I needed to photography wild flowers and the two were stuck.  Like lovers in a loveless marriage. I wasted most of the summer to get the lens and adapter repaired. The details are a long pitiless story which I will spare my faithful readers.

Finally, a couple of days ago, I was back in business. I went to the English Country Garden at the Assiniboine Park in Winnipeg to try to photograph hummingbirds. The camera has some special awesome technology that makes it ideal for that purpose.

However, because of my malfeasance and making my fantastic camera unavailable for most of the summer, I had been unable to complete the steep learning curve to figure out how to fully use this technical marvel of a camera. I had learned the basics most of which I had sadly forgotten.  I realize, as a result, that any attempts to capture images of the extremely illusive hummingbirds at the English Country Garden.  I realized I would have to learn on the fly. And I knew this would not be easy. I feared my mental technology was not upto the photo technology.

I went with my friend, Sheldon Emberly and his friend, who I think is now also my friend,  Bev Giesbrecht. These people had already been photographing humming birds for 2 hours before I got there. And they got some great shots. Needless to say, I was jealous.

I feared it would be the worst of times.

To be continued.