Nature can always surprise. Just when you think you can take something for granted, it turns out there’s an exception. Like in this case. Most people take it as a given that birds are born from eggs tended to by at least one parent. The eggs then hatch into small, defenseless chicks that are completely dependent on parental care. Yes, this is true for the vast majority of birds, but not for the Australian Brush-turkey.
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Now that it’s summer, I’ll try to show you a photo that will refresh and cool you down. Imagine, for example, a creek filled with perfectly cold beer. Unfortunately, even in the Czech Republic – which is one of the leading countries in the consumption of this golden drink – there are no such creeks. Instead, enjoy the Beer Creek from the Jizera Mountains as I photographed it a few days ago, while testing the Nikon Z6 III. And also enjoy the 32nd Photography News of this year.
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A great technique in bird and wildlife photography is shooting at eye level. Eye-level shots are often more intimate – they give better subject isolation and are typically more engaging. Libor and Massimo have recently written about how much they love this approach to wildlife photography, and I don’t disagree. But are eye level shots always better? Not necessarily.
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As a wedding photographer, it can be easy to justify a large number of lenses for different purposes throughout the day (35mm/50mm primes for getting ready, 70-200mm for the ceremony, 105mm macro for shots of the rings, 85mm for portraits, and so on). In reality, most weddings can be documented well with significantly less gear. But how much less? I recently had someone ask me: “For someone looking to get into wedding photography, is there a single lens that you would recommend that would be good enough to start with and be able to shoot a full wedding with?”
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Photography has a special magic for me. It is only thanks to it that I can suppress my comfortable and lazy side and face annoying insects, lack of food, or bad weather. A few days ago, in anticipation of beautiful morning views of the surrounding landscape, I rejected the comfort of the forest canopy and instead hung my hammock on the top of a high rock. Gusty winds whipped my bed so hard that I felt like a Tibetan prayer flag. But the next morning proved once again that the greatest reward comes after a little hardship.
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